Oh my darlin' where'd you go?
Haunting hallways evermore
dreaming of better days soaked in summer rain.
Behind you swarm ghosts of girls
day dreams of you weaved into curls;
and I'll watch doe eyed ever pining for you.
How can you be so kindly cruel?
You must think us fools,
falling for charm.
One by one you strike us down--
our longing hearts could fill this town;
we'll wait for embracing arms.
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