as soon as i m left alone the devil wanders into my soul and i pretend to myself i pretend to myself i go out to the old mile stone insanely expecting you to come there knowing that i wait for you there that i wait for you there come come come here at once come come on a night with no moon because all of my being is now pining all of my being is now pining what formerly cheered me now seems insignificant insignificant1