Love and Death
Oh, Lover, I am striving to forget,
But your gay laughter haunts me, and I still
Hunger to hear your voice, that used to thrill
My heart with so much happiness, I fret
To hold your hands sometimes. Against my will,
In spite of my despair, I love you yet.
But your gay laughter haunts me, and I still
Hunger to hear your voice, that used to thrill
My heart with so much happiness, I fret
To hold your hands sometimes. Against my will,
In spite of my despair, I love you yet.
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