You were in my sight again today, i tried.
I shed tear, you looked clear,
You sang, i drank.
I burned another smoke and cried;
How sinful am i, im still punished?
How come i was never cherished?
Those days with laughther faded away, right?
I looked at the broken mirrors and cried...
Only you were in the passing years!
I cherished those days where there were no tears,
Your thought gave life to this tavern.
I cried twenty four seven...
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