Goodbye dearest one
this is my song
deep in my heart
your memory lives on.
November night is morbid and dark
not even a song from the lark;
no street lamp to light my way
and today has been a mysterious day.
This night is a night full of tears,
Chopin's Sonata falls on my ears.
Heaven has taken my Steven away;
Mozart's requiem plays night and day.
The notes seem sombre and drear
no moonglow in the stratosphere,
no starlight shining from above,
because so sadly I have lost my love.
Goodbye dearest one
this is my song
deep in my heart
your memory lives on.
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