Tonight, all by myself,
No one there to accompany,
Like all the other nights,
whats gone, is gone
This heart, always clouds with loneliness,
With none to fill,
Much like this love,
That ceases to exist,
God, send me down,
A kind-hearted lover,
One of whom will love me,
All of hers,
This rose, has gone withered,
With none left,
Like me,
Left to rot and dry..
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