Shuffled around
Passed from hand to hand
From silly games
To my self.
I wish I had another hand
To treat you well again
Never knowing where you were going
On the attack.
Till cheeks are tearful
As souls are past
Will you make another smile
For me?
And if we are to meet again
Return not to me
Stay forever away
And keep a soul to be.
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