He cannot weep, he knows no more
The sun it rises, the day it dawns
So few surprises, in days of scorn
He treads those boards he trod before
He cannot keep on, he shows up no more
The clouds they cover, the cold it sets
There is no lover, it is for the love we bet
He leads the life he prized before
He cannot creep, he sorrows no more
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