Never was there a day so blue,
as when you closed the door;
a sudden ending, darling,
on what had come before.
Never was there a night so long,
when dawn seemed not come;
but love was dying, darling,
to us, and not to some.
Never did my soul just fade,
to leave an empty spot;
but our demise was done,
and it soon began to rot.
Never did I close my eyes,
when you were never there;
but then you vanished from my sight,
when did you stop to care?
Never did my limbs grow cold,
when you were by my side;
now they ache from loneliness,
and something sweet has died.
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