One day love died br And I didn’t notice br br I found his body br Curled up on the floor br Months later br Cold and still br br He left all his stuff behind for me br The stuffed dog with the floppy years br Old letters and cards br And seashells and jewellery br br He died br A slow painful death br But I never knew a thing br Isn’t that strange br br You’d think I’d have noticed it br After having lived with him for so long br But I didn’t br br At first we thought it was murder br But that was ruled out br No bruises br No signs of a struggle br br The autopsy said br He’d been ill for long br It was just matter of time br The end was inevitable br br The doctors said br He’d had a bad heart.