I'll be the fool you laughed at
When the joke grew old and worn;
I'll be the moon at morning
When your own heart has torn.
I'll be the one forgotten
When the party's at high tide;
I'll wait, while others leave you
With your despair, inside.
I'll be the last one standing
When around, the friends have flown;
You'll be surprised, discovering
How your heart in mine, has grown..
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