I didn't love her quite enough
So she left
I once had her sweet sincerity
Yes I'm bereft
And when did she obtain
That wandering eye?
Oh Christ, won't you take my hand
And be there when I'm waking?
Oh Christ, she's not with me now
So grant me with some sleep
She sailed away
To the Southern Hemisphere
So pity me for I won't feel
Her tears upon my shoulder
I fear as I grow older
The contours of her face
Will disappear from my mind
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