A table for one please waiter
For I'm here on my own
If I'd known he wasn't coming
I would have stayed at home
A table by the window
Yes that would be just fine
One knife, one fork, one spoon
And just one glass of wine
A table in the corner
Would be a better place
Then nobody would notice
Tears rolling down my face
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I would like to translate this poem
very poignant, , and such overtone of lonely pathos, , great artists can create such atmosphere is a poem of few lines, thanx