Lydia, that vague gaze . . .

Why do you wander

In the sea of broken hearts?

You’ve been hurt

So your smile has withered

So, for whom does the gypsy girl sing?

You can see the mist, see the rain, see the sun

The cracked earth yields heartache again.

He has gone, but he cannot take your heaven away.

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