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Teardrops fell the night you said |
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I love you dear but you are wed |
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I watched you as you held his hand |
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Then I turned away and cried again |
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I cried again when I reached home |
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There sat your picture all alone |
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I thought of things that might have been |
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I bowed my head and cried again |
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I took your letters from the shelf |
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Then read aloud just to myself |
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But just before I reached the end |
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I bowed my head and cried again |
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I cried again when I reached home |
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There sat your picture all alone |
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I thought of things that might have been |
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I bowed my head and cried again |
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And here's the reason why I say |
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Dear, I must throw your things away |
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For they would only bring me pain |
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And I'd bow my head and cry again |
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I cried again when I reached home |
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There sat your picture all alone |
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I thought of things that might have been |
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I bowed my head and cried again |
