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Old Father Time has seen a million, million heartsBreak with pain down the highway of years.I never dreamed that the love I thought was trueWould deceive and just leave me these tears.The little seeds of happiness I grew with tender careHave withered now that fate has played its part.And my bud of love has closed, I have lost the only roseThat was blooming in the garden of my heart.Mister Moon, I wonder, as you gaze from up aboveOn my broken heart that love has cast away.If there's just one trace of sadness on my darlings face tonight,Will she bloom within my heart again some day.Will the weeds and briars vanish where the tears of sorrow fell,And let the seeds of romance play its part.Or must I go on living with just mem'ries of a roseThat once blossomed in the garden of my heart. From Letras Mania