Forgotten
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The roses have faded, there's frost at my door
The birds in the morning, don't sing anymore
The grass in the valley is starting to die
And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry
Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
Oh Lord, if you hear me, please hold to my hand
Oh, please understand
The birds in the morning, don't sing anymore
The grass in the valley is starting to die
And out in the darkness the whippoorwills cry
Alone and forsaken by fate and by man
Oh Lord, if you hear me, please hold to my hand
Oh, please understand
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