I walk alone and think of you,
In autumn skies and winter's dew,
In thaws of spring and summers hue,
I walk alone and think of you.
As time moves on there is no gain,
No sense of joy, no ease of pain,
No shelter in the hearts terrain,
No sense of peace to ease this pain.
I ask myself what I must do,
To stop these thoughts of loving you,
In autumn skies, when winter's due,
I'll walk alone and think of you.
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