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Lonely, the life, that once I lead.
Strange, the paths, on which we tread.
Lead me to you, unlikely but true.
Sabra girl, clouding my view.
Rainy, the day, the first time we met.
Deep was the talk, forever my debt.
It didn't seem wrong to sing a sad song.
Sabra girl, soon you'll be gone.
Early, the morning, and sad the goodbye.
With a wave of your hand and a smile of your eye.
So, lately didn't meet, no sooner depart.
Sabra girl, homeward, must start.
Rosy, the lines that you wrote with your hand.
Reading between them to misunderstand.
I made the mistake you said not to make.
Yes, reading the letters, conviction did grow.
I thought it a chance, I knew I must go.
It's hard to believe I could be so naïve.
Sabra girl, flattered but deceived.
Now you just told me that friendship is all.
I'm forced to repair the breech in my wall.
Illusions and dreams, as usual, it seems.
Sabra girl, they've been my downfall.
Lonely the life, and dismal the view.
Closed is the road that leads to you.
Since better can't be, as friends we'll agree.
Sabra girl, time will cure me.
Strange, the paths, on which we tread.
Lead me to you, unlikely but true.
Sabra girl, clouding my view.
Rainy, the day, the first time we met.
Deep was the talk, forever my debt.
It didn't seem wrong to sing a sad song.
Sabra girl, soon you'll be gone.
Early, the morning, and sad the goodbye.
With a wave of your hand and a smile of your eye.
So, lately didn't meet, no sooner depart.
Sabra girl, homeward, must start.
Rosy, the lines that you wrote with your hand.
Reading between them to misunderstand.
I made the mistake you said not to make.
Yes, reading the letters, conviction did grow.
I thought it a chance, I knew I must go.
It's hard to believe I could be so naïve.
Sabra girl, flattered but deceived.
Now you just told me that friendship is all.
I'm forced to repair the breech in my wall.
Illusions and dreams, as usual, it seems.
Sabra girl, they've been my downfall.
Lonely the life, and dismal the view.
Closed is the road that leads to you.
Since better can't be, as friends we'll agree.
Sabra girl, time will cure me.
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