O Lord, what wrong did I do,
That I had to see him go away from me.
I never asked you to send him,
But he came and made my life dim
He left without a word,
But the memories pierces like a sword.
He is happy with another love,
Moving on with life so true,
That for him I do not exist.
I ask you Lord, What wrong did I do.
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