Joy stayed with me a night — Young and free and fair — And in the morning light He left me there. Then Sorrow came to stay, And lay upon my breast He walked with me in the day. And knew me best. I`ll never be a bride, Nor yet celibate, So I`m living now with Pride — A cold bedmate. He must not hear nor see, Nor could he forgive That Sorrow still visits me Each day I live.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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