Duke ellington / eddie delange / irving mills
In my solitude
You haunt me
With dreadful ease
Of days gone by
In my solitude
You taunt me
With memories
That never die
I sit in my chair
And filled with despair
Theres no one could be so sad
With gloom everywhere
I sit and I stare
I know that Ill soon go mad
In my solitude
Im afraid
Dear lord above
Send back my love
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