Can there be a tragedy greater,

Than to die from a broken heart.

To feel yourself waste away,

Never having had a chance from the start.

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To have found the one you thought you loved,

But you let her slip away.

Wondering will she look upon you,

Again some fine spring day.

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Will I die with a broken heart,

Or will I just die from one that’s broken.

Either way doesn’t matter that much,

The same words will then be spoken.

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On the ground around my tomb,

I hope the flowers will be a bloom.

One last time I’ll see your name,

Etched in stone this lovers lane.

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