There is no sadder thought I own,
than that true love which I have known.
A love which came so silently,
and stole my heart and soul from me.
Mornings make the pain seem small,
yet night time finds me with it all.
Tears they fall from these eyes long dead,
those memories they cloud my weary head.
Life for me holds no joy, no sorrow,
perhaps I can find myself again tomorrow.
Who knows what cards fate might deal,
to make me love, live this life, and feel.
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