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You asked me then, if i rembered you when 

it wouldnt be long, till id see you again

i made off with the win, and left you to sin

where you spend all you are, on what has not been

for nothing but, the madest of times

so i sing to you now, the saddest of rhymes

that maybe you, must just be mine

I cant remeber a day, theres so many away

i dont remeber our kids, who sat as they played

who will never be swayed, when their fates are all weighed

to survive what has made, all our souls to have paid

for nothing but, the madest of times

I stand up in all wow, at the fiercest of signs

that maybe you, must just be mine

for in there is no answer for the right,

way to use all of your might, 

but you take it to your restless fight,

till i'm standing in the night,

illuminated by the light,

that shines on oh so bright

when you are looking in your rear-view sight

for nothing but, the madest of times

im in a bow as the church bell chimes

that maybe you, must just be mine