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      0)
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Singular
      Soul
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Debilitate
      my
      will
      and
      make-me
      unsure,
     
     
      break
      it
      again,
      my
      ability
      to
      endure.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Preoccupy
      my
      vision,
      with
      loneliness
      so
      cold,
     
     
      Steal
      away
      mine
      eyes,
      which
      once
      were
      quite
      bold.
     
    
   
   
    
     
           
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Disarray
      my
      mind,
      throw
      me
      into
      confusion,
      _
     
     
      machinate
      against
      my
      thoughts,
      transformed
      into
      illusions.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Chorus
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I’m
      left
      singular
      in
      my
      efforts,
      with
      none
     
     
      by
      my
      side.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      My
      soul
      has
      been
      deserted,
      yet
      there
      R--
      Par
     
     
      shadows
      all
      around.
      Ketlecting
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Outside
      the
      window,
      all
      is
      foggy,
     
     
      it
      seems
      to
      reflect
      my
      mind
      as
      [
      wait.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      On
      the
      purlieu
      of
      love,
      I
      thought
      I
      had
      found,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      the
      one
      I
      was
      seeking,
      to
      her
      I’d
      be
      bound.
      The
      chandelier’s
      flames
      reflect
      in
      the
      glass,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      in
      turn
      reflecting
      her
      fiery
      eyes,
      she
      seems
      la
     
    
   
   
    
     
      But
      no
      whisk
      of
      emotions,
      or
      overflow
      of
      feelings,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      had
      rushed
      my
      heart,
      or
      quickened
      my
      breathing.
      I
      am
      somehow
      lost
      for
      vocabulary,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      in
      her
      presence,
      other
      thoughts
      R
      passe.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      hadn’t
      any
      fore
      knowledge
      to
      guide
      me
      home,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      But
      now
     
     
      I’m
      now
      in
      a
      bizarre
      state,
      all
      alone.
      she
      is
      far
      away,
      unreachable,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      my
      mind
      is
      fixed,
      but
      I’ve
      still
      none
      to
      say.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Chorus
      Shaton
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I’m
      left
      singular
      in
      my
      efforts,
      not
      a
     
     
      soul
      is
      by
      my
      side.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I’m
      sole
      and
      I’m
      deserted,
      yet
      there
     
     
      R
      shadows
      all
      around.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Shawn
     
    
   
   
    
     
      What
      did
      you
      really
      say?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Go,
      go!
      Who
      said
      I
      wanted
      you
      to
      stay?
     
     
      I
      never
      really
      like
      you
      much,
      anyway.
     
     
      I
      never
      could
      find
      the
      right
      words
      to
      say
     
     
      So
      maybe
      I'll
      just
      say
      "Stay
      Away."
     
     
      Don't
      even
      ask
      me
      for
      the
      time
      of
      day
      even
      though
      I'm
      crying
      on
      the
      —
     
     
      bed
      I
      lay
     
     
      and
      even
      though
      my
      voice
      was
      once
      so
      happy
     
    

    
     
      and:so
      gay
      |
     
     
      I
      told
      you
      to
      go,
      and
      I
      really
      meant
      it,
      OK?
     
     
      (Oh,
      Lord,
      help
      me.
      If
      he
      leaves,
      I'll
      go
      insane!)
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      |
      by
      Laura
      ;
      DeYoung
     
     
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