We'll live, but smiles will not ignite,
We'll live, but smiles will lose their light,
For love has fled this mortal coil,
Love has fled.
On our lips, no melodies will bloom,
On our lips, silence seals the tomb,
For love has fled this weary soil,
Love has fled.
When spring returns to grace the bower,
And sights of beauty fill the hour,
When spring returns to grace the bower,
And sights of beauty fill the hour,
Even beauty cannot make us mend,
Even beauty cannot make us mend,
For love has fled and met its end,
Love has fled.
When youth arrives with monsoon's grace,
And whispers speak of love's embrace,
When youth arrives with monsoon's grace,
And whispers speak of love's embrace,
This monsoon we cannot appease,
This monsoon we cannot appease,
For love has fled and will not please,
Love has fled.
On our lips, no melodies will bloom,
For love has fled and sealed the tomb,
Love has fled.
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