| How could there be laughter left in these songs?
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| How could there be mirth and joy in this world?
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| For what am I now anymore
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| But a wretched old bard
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| Weary and torn?
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| For all of those dreams have withered and died
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| For all of those hopes have vanished into night
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| No grace in this voice anymore
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| But a wretched old bard
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| Forlorn and torn
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| But there was ever only one
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| The one that I would hold
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| The one that I still long
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| Mute is the sorrow of mine
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| Voiceless the yearning inside
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| Dark is the path in the end
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| Sore are the wounds I hide
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| Once there was a time when they all praised my name
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| Once there was a time when hearts turned to me
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| For even the birds hearkened to my song
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| That quivered in the wind
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| And echoed through the night
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| But where is the glory, the gold and fame now?
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| Where is the crown that once blazed on my brow?
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| Not one by my side anymore
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| This wretched old bard
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| Unsung and torn
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| And after all the years that go by
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| I remember the one
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| The one that I still look for
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| Mute is the sorrow of mine
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| Voiceless the yearning inside
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| Dark is the path in the end
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| Sore are the wounds I hide
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| Mute is the sorrow of mine
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| Voiceless the yearning inside
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| Dark is the path in the end
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| Sore are the wounds I hide
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| Only for her I would play my tunes
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| Only for her I would write these words
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| Only to her I would sing
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| But she, she never hearkened to me
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| Mute is the sorrow of mine
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| Voiceless the yearning inside
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| Dark is the path in the end
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| Sore are the wounds I hide
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| Mute is the sorrow of mine
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| Voiceless the yearning inside
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| Dark is the path in the end
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| Sore are the wounds I hide |