i count the minutes
as they tick by
one at a time
i am lonesome
for you, my darling
whose life is over
never will i gaze
into your eyes
nor see your smile
no, not again
how shall i go on
will my pain cease
my heart beats slowly
the hours seem long
you would want me
smiling as in life
remembering
all the good times
darling, you know
they were all good times
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