Threnody کے بول

Lilacs blossom just as sweet Now my heart is shattered If I bowled it down the street Who's to say it mattered? If there's one that rode away What would I be missing? Lips that taste of tears, they say Are the best for kissing Eyes that watch the morning star Seem a little brighter Arms held out to darkness are Usually whiter Shall I bar the strolling guest Bind my brow with willow When, they say, the empty breast Is the softer pillow? That a heart falls tinkling down Never think it ceases Every likely lad in town Gathers up the pieces If there's one gone whistling by Would I let it grieve me? Let him wonder if I lie Let him half believe me