Still the thing that struck me quite strangely
Was the feelin’ that I had when she was gone
The few that left before had left me empty
But she left me with a fullness to lean on
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And then the thing that struck me strangely
Was the feeling that I had when she was gone
You see, the few that left before had left me empty
But she left me with a fullness to lean on
And so, the bitterness that usually set in
Was effectively undone
By the girl’s uncommon grace
And the thrust of the experience
Was the enrichening and lively sense
She gave to my life and to its pace
I don’t know where she’s gone
Her wanderlust surely was strong
But love would be made much more sure
If all the ladies leaving left like her
If all the ladies leaving left like her