Tragedy befell Louise of Littleville
Her lover died of suicide
And yet she carried on
As brave as any mouse could be

The suitors came from far and wide
And each declared a blazing love that would abide
But sweet Louise, she cried and asserted stubbornly

I will not wear a buttercup for you
I will not dine on wine and cheese with you
I will not share my life
With any other love

He worked his tiny hands unto the bone
He died despairing, wretched, and alone
I will not rouse my heart till we reunite above

Poor Louise's family
They shook their headed and pleaded ceaselessly
Oh daughter, there is so much more to see
In this fascinating world
Your nest is derelict and disarrayed
Alone you sit in darkness every day
It breaks our hearts to see your sadness, silly girl

You didn't care when he was still alive
You didn't care to help us grow and thrive
You didn't care, you calmly left it up to fate
We worked our weary hands unto the bone
We tried, he broke, he died, I'm left alone.
You didn't care and now it simply is too late.

Oh, my love, I'm sorry, sorry.
Oh, my love, come save me, save me
Oh, my love, forgive my weakness
Oh, my god, it's hopeless, hopeless


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