In lonesome nights in distant lands;
A face shines brightly in my heart.
The clear skies speak of things unsaid;
Of the world that made us part.
It was deathly still that night;
The night you left me to my fate.
But my heart still calls for you;
From heartache to heartache.
Caesar’s wounds wept in
And Brutus paid with his life.
My wounds, my love are for you alone;
To save you from all your strife.
I do not know if you'll remember;
All that we did for our sake.
A man misunderstood walks alone
From heartache to heartache.
My wishes are all with you;
May you find peace some day.
Or maybe it was yet another game;
Which you just wanted to play.
It’s easy to find love they say;
In the midst of painted fakes.
Your fake smile is all I recall;
From heartache to heartache.
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