| Lonely, the life that I once led.
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| Strange, the paths on which we tread.
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| Led me to you, unlikely but true.
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| Sabra girl, clouding my view.
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| Rainy the day, the first time we met.
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| Deep was the dark, forever my day.
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| It didn’t seem wrong to sing a sad song.
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| Sabra girl, seen you before.
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| Early the morning, you’re sad, the good bye.
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| With a wave of your hand and a smile of your eye.
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| So lately did meet, no sooner to part.
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| Sabra girl, homeward must start.
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| Rosie, the lines you wrote with your hand.
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| Reading between them, to misunderstand.
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| I made the mistake you said not to make.
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| Yes, reading your letters, conviction did grow.
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| I thought it a chance; |
| I knew I must go.
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| It’s hard to believe I could be so naive.
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| Sabra girl, flattered but deceived.
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| Now you just told me that friendship is off.
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| I’m forced to repair the breach in my wall.
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| Illusions and dreams, as usual, it seems.
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| Sabra girl, they’ve been my downfall.
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| Lonely, the life and dismal the view.
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| Closed is the road that leads to you.
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| Since better can be, as friends we’ll agree,
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| Sabra girl, time will cure me |