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Lonely Little Room (Bob Nolan)
This lonely little room Once knew love’s sweet perfume. Oh, how I miss you now and cry for you. I cry through every dream And, strange though it may seem, This lonely little room is crying, too. The empty hours, the faded flowers upon the table. They’ll never tell, but all too well, they know it’s true. Each time my tears begin I’ll wonder if you’re in Some lonely little room and crying, too.
The empty hours, the faded flowers upon the table. They’ll never tell, but all too well, they know it’s true. Each time my tears begin I’ll wonder if you’re in Some lonely little room and crying, too.
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