D'Amour Hold that thought a moment Let not your heart be still Pause and genuflect upon The reason we are here Feel the silent motion Of fading bygone years Taste the bitter flavor of Tears,we lying never cried We tried you say? I suppose that it is so But now it's passed or passing A love that could not die Hold that thought a moment The time has come to cry

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