These long lonely evenings
Here I am on the phone
Wondering when she will call
She ব্যক্ত she would write me
'Cause she knows I'm alone
But I hear nothing at all
I'm waiting for a word of প্রণয় from Sylvia.
You think she'd never heard of প্রণয় my Sylvia,
But when I'm with her, Lord, I forgive her
'Cause she's আরো than the whole world to me
There's nothing like a word of প্রণয় from Sylvia
The only one I'm thinking of is Sylvia
Feeling so sad now, I'll be so glad now
If I just had my Sylvia with me
That old weepin' willow
Seems to whisper her name
Why did she go away
The tears on my pillow
They're not hard to explain...
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