With this tear
I close the door
To memories of thee
In times before
With this tear
My heart doth bleed
For want of thee
An aching need
With this tear
Our past is sealed
It shall not be relived
Or to any soul revealed
But with this tear
From the heart of me
I'll live my life
In want of thee
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