My
heart is filled with sorrow
my love is far away.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow,
I suffer through every day. |
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I remember her soul
with glory,
with happiness and joy
she spoke so very highly
of me - a lonely boy. |
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Still I listen and
hear
her voice besides my bed.
Still I hear her whisper
singin in my head. |
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I walk here as a loner
waiting for her to come
and make me the owner
of paradise and some |
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Happy days by living
close to her some day
I will wake up finding
that she’s here, not far away. |
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