Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye.

True, I'm on my own, but

please don't start to cry.

A little fall of rain will make the flowers bloom...

Oh, love me,

that's all I ask of you.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by,

when I could hear the

whisper

of the music of

the night.

It was as if a phantom were

trapped inside my mind,

but the faces at the windows

I had only fantasized.

Do you hear the people sing?

Singing the songs of angry men?

All I hear are empty thoughts -

wishing you were somehow here again.