I sang a song without support
A sort of melancholy tune
It sapped my strength without much effort
Emptying my solitude
The notes, a sort of droning dirge
The kind that drag your feelings down
Making everything seem sad
And creasing up my worried brow
I sang that melancholy song
The words quite meaningless, and then
The chorus left my feelings cold
And made me ask just where and when
So over time the lyrics made me blue
And with nothing else to do
My feelings settled into smiles
Better for a while
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