I saw a morning star,
Which was like fire.
I saw your pretty smile
But it had no desire.
I see your tired face,
I hear your tender voice,
And what I really know
That is you'll have to go.
You'll never say good-buy,
You'll choose another way,
I know you waste your time -
I'll not allow to stay.
I saw...
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