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The sky is cloudy gray, |
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Rain drops fell upon his face. |
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Seven years he threw away, |
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When he broke his dear love's heart. |
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And it shouldn't end this way: |
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His foolish heart it went astray. |
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Was it something he could say? |
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"You'll never take away her pain." |
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The city lights and traffic sounds, |
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People scurry across the ground. |
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He caught her eye at the next light, |
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Tears were far too strong to fight. |
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She said, "What are you doing here? |
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The moment I have long since feared. |
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Oh, I'm not the girl you left behind. |
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She's been gone for quite for some time." |
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You could see it in her eyes. |
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She had run out of tears to cry. |
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Now she turned and walked away. |
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Seven years gone to waste. |