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Alone

 

Until the end of time,
Until the end of years,
I will always find
Unending tears.
They will be uncried,
They will be unknown.
Though I once had tried,
I am now alone.
With love I yearned,
For a reason to live,
But my love was spurned,
No matter what I might give.

 


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Alone, by Paul Cales, © 1987