Would I live on, when bits of me blow yonder, like leaves in fall, from your dreams and wonder...
Would I live on, when you move on, to a glorious tomorrow, over my frail sorrow...
Look over your shoulder, do ye see me there, when the yesterdays were bright, when there was a flair...
Of us hither, lying together, along a winding thought, of a world we sought...
Come along, sing me a song, a ballad forlorn, of what we have torn...
And then take my crown, and my heart, take them all, till death doth me apart...
Would I live on, when you move on, to a glorious tomorrow, over my frail sorrow...
Look over your shoulder, do ye see me there, when the yesterdays were bright, when there was a flair...
Of us hither, lying together, along a winding thought, of a world we sought...
Come along, sing me a song, a ballad forlorn, of what we have torn...
And then take my crown, and my heart, take them all, till death doth me apart...
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