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Empty evenings..how many I have to face After you’ve gone abruptly, my sweetheart Clocks ticking away the time of this place It can’t be, but it's happened, we are apart It wasn’t going to be the best way in this life But I’m happy that anyway I’ve known you Next time we meet I’ll ask you to be my wife Time is eternal, sometimes we come through But sometimes we don’t, you know it depends On the winds that keep blowing my faithful soul Back to you, and I hope we’ll be given a chance To meet again in the evening, before it grows old.

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