alone by phil burns
You tell me I will soon forget
That you already can’t remember
But you are sunshine in July
And I’m the east wind in November
I tell you that you’re always right
You tell me that I’m wrong
I say I want to stay with you
You say I don’t belong
You bring the music to my life
You are my favourite song
You tell me I am out of tune
When I try to sing along
You never want for company
Without you I’m all alone
You stand above adoring hordes
I am soon lost in the throng
You ask me why I hang around
Why don’t I just move on
Perhaps there’s nothing better than
The agony prolonged
I know I never will forget
And you will not remember
You’re the Cote d’Azur in mid-July
I am Scotland in November
anelephantcant 
exquisitely heartbreaking.
I keep putting scotch tape on my heart, but each week it breaks again with your saturday offering!
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Comme la chanson dit, ‘That’s Life’!
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Flowers bloom in your heart, and all should be able to smell the beautiful fragrance.
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AnElephant is touched by Brenda’s lovely words
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This must be the muse:
“Perhaps there’s nothing better than
The agony prolonged “
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If it floats your boat, my little chum, then AnElephant is happy.
We have all been there, doncha think?
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Yeah that’s an awesome and sad poem AnElephant has created. I love it.
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AnElephant likes to do sad on Saturday!
Glad you liked it.
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It’s Sadurtay.
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Beautiful. An elephant is in a different mood today.
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Thank you, my dear lady.
This is AnElephant’s standard mood for Saturday.
It seems the weekend brings out the past tears.
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