Forlorn Heart
The love that I make will never be true,
As the girl I make love to, will never be you.
The girl I make love to, she has not your face.
When closed are my eyes, it's her you replace.
The girl I make love to will bring me to tears,
When I talk to my conscience, it's your voice I hear.
The girl I make love to acts with such grace,
She knows I see you, in our cold embrace.
The girl I make love to, will leave me today,
As you did before her, a lifetime away.
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