Love was never true,
Love was never pure.
What a fool
I was to be lured
By those waltzes under the moonlight,
By those poems you recited,
By those songs you sang.
Now it is just me
On this quiet night,
The music has died,
My heart gently weeping,
Its doors slowly closing,
Let no one come in again,
It whispers to me,
The callousness of love,
The pain it causes
Is a price you can't pay.
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