
Lonesome
is like the rain,
falling alone so vain.
And knowing it will not return,
too late for another lesson to learn.
Without having a heart to share,
it won't go anywhere.
And they call it
Lonesome.
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Lonesome is like the rain, falling alone so vain. And knowing it will not return, too late for another lesson to learn. Without having a heart to share, it won't go anywhere. And they call it Lonesome.
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