They all are gone and yet I cannot leave,
No au revoir this time, and no reprieve -
Tomorrow, whispered hope of all the past
Forgotten - this goodbye will be the last
Oh but I cannot think how it will be
Never to hear your voice again nor see
Your gladdening smile; no more to touch your lips
I stand here silently; the cold wind whips
My cloak about me; I must go away
The sun has set and ended all my day
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