| Lonely the life that once I led
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| Strange the paths on which we tread.
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| Led me to you, and lightly but true
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| As ever, girl, clouding my view.
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| Rainy the day the first time we met
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| Deep was the talk as we lay on your bed
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| It didn’t seem wrong to sing a sad song
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| As ever, girl, soon you’d be gone.
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| Early the morning and sad the goodbye
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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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| As ever, girl, homeward must start
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| Rosy the lines that you wrote with your hand
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| Reading between them to misunderstand
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| I made a 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 and I knew I must go It’s hard to believe I could be so naive
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| As ever, girl, flattered but to deceive
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| And now you’ve just told me that friendship is all
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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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| As ever, girl, they have 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’t be, as friends we’ll agree
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| As ever, girl, time will cure me. |