When you told me that you loved me and I thought I could tell that you did, my heart told meall was well.From the deepest part of me, there came a melody, complete with harmony, as my heartplayed for me a symphony.I remember all the times you told me that you loved me and I thought I could tell thatyou did.From the deepest part of me, there came a melody, complete with harmony, as my heartplayed for me, a symphony.But when I found your goodbye note, when I read the things you wrote, when I knew thatyou had gone from me, from the deepest part of me, came tones of tragedy, no trace ofharmony, no symphony, for there was no heart left in me.No, no, no, no, no, no.No, no, no, no, no, no.