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Aug 2019
None but the lonely heart
Can share in my sorrow
DesolateΒ Β and vacant
Of delight till morrow

Daily, I witness people full of glee
Same can scarce be said of me
My ailments posses all but a cure
Oh what a state so impure

None but the lonely heart
Can share in my sorrow
Desolate and vacant
Of delight till morrow
Desolate and vacant
Of delight till morrow

My soul is frail
A might storm
Engulfs me
None but the lonely heart can now my sorrow
And be this hurt.
My version of none but the lonely heart


Original version was by Tchaikovsky
Waynepatrick
Written by
Waynepatrick  19/M
(19/M)   
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     ---, Fawn and Em MacKenzie
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