It pains me to see you sad my love
To see your sunny sparkling self
a lonely figure on a bench
The sun sulks away
and the clouds crowd in
Flowers donot smile at butterflies
and the leaves do not sing
in harmony with the wind
The stars do not shine
and the moon shies away
From the night
Gloom descends and
spreads its wings
in my loney heart
tears flow silently
and dreams are numb with pain
as the moon peeps
from the folds of the night
to see a restless soul
across the seven seas
walk the streets in the frosty night
with blurry visions of a sad soul
upon a lonely bench----
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