Why, he cried
Didn't I make time?
Time to hold her
Time to kiss her
Time to talk to her
Time to love and make love
Why didn't I make time?

Why, he wailed
Didn't I tell her?
Tell her I needed her
Tell her I wanted her
Tell her I missed her
Tell her I cared for her and about her
Why didn't I tell her?

But
His mornful lamenting
Like smoke on the mountains
Melted into nothing
Because
Like mist in the morning
Like smoke on the mountains
She was gone

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