What chance my love?
What chance?
When you heed not my call.
Is yours not a listening heart?
Does it not feel or care,
That I am wrought with anquished pain,
And silent tears that steal my breath,
And light hearted days?
What chance my love?
What chance?
Set me free,
So I can go back to where I used to be,
Dancing in sun light,
And singing my glad song!
And can hear again,
When someone else,
Says
Hello!
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