An old man so cruel, An old man so lost.
An old man, a young lover soon forgot.
His back is crooked, his intentions are wicked.
His very own sorrow is self inflicted.
Every night he dreams of being young again,
Wishes he remembers what its like to be loved again.
His young sweetheart is 6 feet below,
You cannot console his poor heart,
A Life without his lover, Is something he doesn't want to know.
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