yearning for what's already gone
she sits waiting in vain
to numb the pain
glass filled to the rim
spilled wine stains the table
she sits waiting in vain
to numb the pain
glass filled to the rim
spilled wine stains the table
if dreams could be real
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
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