on my hand,
I wear a ring of silver, but no longer
a diamond band.
It's a knot of love, a reminder of
love that I have lost.
It's a knot of love, a reminder of
what was blighted by the frost.
I wear a ring of silver, on my finger,
on my hand,
I wear a ring of silver, but no longer
a diamond band.
My true love is not truly mine,
I doubt he'll ever be.
And love I do not seek to find,
except only with he.
I wear a ring of silver, on my finger,
on my hand,
I wear a ring of silver, but no longer
a diamond band.
My eyes weep tears, and my heart, it
weeps blood.
I cannot stanch the flow, nor can I
dam the flood.
I wear a ring of silver, on my finger,
on my hand,
I wear a ring of silver, but no longer
a diamond band.
My hand was once encircled by a
larger, loving one.
But when the battle came down,
he only turned to run.
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