When the one I love did live
I had all the world can give.
I had sunshine, wine and peace.
But when I found his breathing cease
all those things died with him.
And all the shine from the sun did dim.
All the wine became bitter to taste.
And all my breathing became a waste.
For what is there to ease my pain
And excite my days and keep me sane?
Only the memories of what we shared,
only the fondness with which we cared.
When the one I love did die
all I had was an unending goodbye.
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