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Stories - Viktor Lazlo

I remember quite clearly now when this story happened

The autumn leaves were floating and measured down to the ground

Recovering the lake where we used to swim like children

And that time we were happy But I thought we were

But you had been longing to leave me

Not daring to say

And on that lake conscious

You told me : our story was ending

Now I'm standing here no one to wipe away my tears

No one to hold me warm and no one to walk along with

No one to make me feel no one to make me hope

Oh what am I to do

I'm standing here alone it doesn't seem so clear to me

What am I supposed to do about this burning heart of mine

On what am I to do

Or how should I react oh tell me please

(speach)

The rain was killing the last days of summer

You had been killing my last breath of love

I knew I was gonna be the one

To the left behind

And now I still vaguely conscious

Watching the lake

And I know all story is happening

Now I'm standing here no one to wipe away my tears

No one to hold me warm and no one to walk along with

No one to make me feel no one to make me hope

Oh what am I to do

I'm standing here alone it doesn't seem so clear to me

What am I supposed to do about this burning heart of mine

On what am I to do

Or how should I react oh tell me