half lies vacant;
a man sleep alone.
Eyes cry the pillows wet,
a man falls in love;
this is what he gets.
His broken heart still loves,
yet his soul grows cold;
empty is his life.
A bed in the dark,
half lies vacant;
I sleep in that bed alone.
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| A bed in the dark, half lies vacant; a man sleep alone. Eyes cry the pillows wet, a man falls in love; this is what he gets. His broken heart still loves, yet his soul grows cold; empty is his life. A bed in the dark, half lies vacant; I sleep in that bed alone. |
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