When you're alone who cares for starlit skies?
When you're alone the magic moonlight dies at break of dawn
There is no sunrise when your lover has gone
What lonely hours the ev'ning shadows bring
What lonely hours with mem'ries lingering like faded flow'rs
Life can't mean anything when your lover has gone
Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything when your lover has gone
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