(E.A. Swan)
Gone, your lover is gone, gone
Gone, your baby is gone, gone, gone, gone
When you're alone, ah, who cares for starry skies
When you're alone the magic of the moonlight dies
At break of dawn there is no sunrise
When your lover has gone
What lonely hours the evening shadows bring
What lonely hours memories lingering
Like faded flowers life can mean anything
When your lover, when he's gone
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