Lilacs blossom just as sweet
Now my heart is shattered
If I bowled it down the street
Who s to say it mattered?
If there s one that rode away
What would I be missing?
Lips that taste of tearsthey say
Are the best for kissing

Eyes that watch the morning star
Seem a little brighter
Arms held out to darkness are
Usually whiter
Shall I bar the strolling guest
Bind my brow with willow
Whenthey saythe empty breast
Is the softer pillow?

That a heart falls tinkling down
Never think it ceases
Every likely lad in town
Gathers up the pieces
If there s one gone whistling by
Would I let it grieve me?
Let him wonder if I lie
Let him half believe me

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