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The song of a heart that sorrows,
The wail of the wind from off the sea,
All of your hopes, all your tomorrows,
They're in my melancholy rhapsody.

The red in the sky at twilight,
The trace of a dream that used to be,
The bottomless low after the highlight,
They're in my melancholy rhapsody.

The laughter that saddens,
The misery that gladdens,
The couples on the benches in the park.
The pattern of grieving,
Your mind insists on weaving,
When shadows start to walk after dark.

If only you'd guess my yearning,
You'd know what it means not to be free.
I'll never be free till your returning
Will end my melancholy rhapsody.

The laughter that saddens,
The misery that gladdens,
The couples on the benches in the park.
The pattern of grieving,
Your mind insists on weaving,
When shadows start to walk after dark.

If only you'd guess my yearning,
You'd know what it means not to be free.
I'll never be free till your returning
Will end my melancholy rhapsody.

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