Yet I, my love, am but the lonely way
That your love trod. And should you wish to take
A different road, I will not bid you stay.
Some hearts must wander and some hearts must break.
That your love trod. And should you wish to take
A different road, I will not bid you stay.
Some hearts must wander and some hearts must break.
But with my broken heart I still would bless
The beauty that you only could distil,
For I have given you that great emptiness,
A heart and soul that one man could fulfil.
The beauty that you only could distil,
For I have given you that great emptiness,
A heart and soul that one man could fulfil.
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