| My love has gone behind the sun;
since she left, the darkness has begun.
the smile that used to shine on me
is nothing more than a memory.
i see her face, i hear her voice.
she made her move, i had no choice
but walk and cry, wipe tears with my hand,
the one that carries a wedding band.
and the clouds hang low
and the flowers that used to grow
in my heart
are dying now, dying now.
dying now.
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