Fades in the waves as sun leaving the earth escapes
Your eyes bat their lashes one last time
Then am I to say anything again
Are there soft sweet sounds to return
Sorrow and passion pushing the leaves of the trees open
Flowers falling.
Your eyes bat their lashes one last time
Then am I to say anything again
Are there soft sweet sounds to return
Sorrow and passion pushing the leaves of the trees open
Flowers falling.
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