Whence Comes this Melancholy
Whence Comes this Melancholy
From whence comes this melancholy,
This emptiness in my soul?
Neither rhyme nor reason can foretell
Just how I lost control.
Seems all was quiet, pristine, safe,
Then sudden teardrops start.
You're moving on, who'll take your place,
And mend this broken heart?
karen
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