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He Acame from his E7palace graAnd, he came to my E7cottage Adoor
His words were E7few but his Alooks, Will linger for E7everAmore
The Dlook in his sad dark Aeyes more Dtender than words could Abe
But I was E7nothing to Ahim and he was the E7world to Ame.
There Ain her E7garden she Astands all dressed in fine E7satin and Alace
Lady Mary so E7cold and so Astrange who finds in his E7heart no Aplace.
He Dknew I would be his Abride, with a Dkiss for a lifetime Afee
But I was E7nothing to Ahim and he was the E7world to Ame.
ANow in his E7palace grAand on a flower strewn E7bed he Alies
His beautiful E7lids are Aclosed on his sad dark E7beautiful Aeyes
And Damong the mourners who Amourn why Dshould I a mourner Abe
For I was E7nothing to Ahim and he was the E7world to Ame.D A
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