My love was endless and fair,
You were important as air,
I entreated, to came back my dear,
You did not come, did not come.
I wrote poems for you and your name,
You smiled at me, I thought you came,
I was mistaken, everything is the same,
Because, you did not come, did not come.
I saw you with him in the evening,
You were glad, you were singing,
You would come, I was believing,
But you did not come, did not come.
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