On My Own
All alone, thinking Of the bygone with thy presence I can't halt my eyes from dropping waters Revoking the memories I wavered to show Now, I want to make it known to you Those three last words I told you I meant them - it's true! Only at first, I minded Should I, could I, would I mourn For insoluble was I enough to carry on Misty eyes - but why now? Hadn't proclaimed I've moved on?
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