when evening comes
she will comes to me
eyes i can't bear to see
oh how could this be
comes a time
when we are not in our prime
it will be such a crime
where you only exist in my sublime
why should you be my concubine
why can't our life combine
am i really so out of line
with you i have always feel fine
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