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Aye milord I knew ye had to go,

But deep in the night, I miss you so.

Haunting words full of misdeeds,

Lies and distrust, fuels the fire it feeds.



But why then would you listen to the lot,

For in truth, I forsook you not.

I have been loyal and faithful and true,

How can you doubt my love for you?



You cannot fathom the hurt you wrought,

When twas only comfort from you I sought.

You turned away and said goodbye,

And now, tis but these misty tears that I cry.



I know not where I go now,

For my body is but an empty shell.

The pain is great, the suffering untold,

I’m trying to regain my heart, that you still hold.