The no you choose wounds me to the core
The leaves that twirl around the cafe fade
How sad it is when lovers love no more.
We once were bound by an invisible cord
Your presence turned a starless night to day
The no you choose wounds me to the core.
The mystery encircling us is torn
Eyes that used to see have lost the way
How sad it is when lovers love no more.
The wine has stopped that used to flow
The turtledove has lost her given mate
The no you choose wounds me to the core.
I waited for you to walk through the door
A nighttime city street to send you my way
How sad it is when lovers love no more.
The gondoliers will sing, whatever for?
The kindness of the muses is betrayed
The no you choose wounds me to the core
How sad it is when lovers love no more.
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