Was ever a farewell spoken|
that a tear it did not bring,
did never a lovers heart cry
as a cherished one took wing.
When, the last time the world stood still,
the valleys turned indigo blue,
without a doubt, the day you left
forsaking a heart so true.
Never look back on our parting,
for surely thou turneth to stone,
take thee a memory, nothing more
for thy deed thou may never atone.
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