They say into your early life romance came And in this heart of yours burned a flame, A flame that flickered one day and died away. You were sweet and lovely, simple and shy But then as time went hurrying by The years have changed you somehow, I see you now. Laughing, daring, never caring that you hurt me like you do. Bright eyes shining, never pining for a love that is fond and true tho' such love was meant for you. Poor sophisticated lady, I know You miss the love you lost long ago And when nobody is nigh you cry.
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