An back you came,
Something the sunshine won't place a miss.
On the cheek stead, wait
for the lip
Liss water stand still
Liss you measure straight
And once again a summers night comes late
The flowers of white
Stark on the dark, of your black black dress
And liss the sun won't shine,
And less the water turns blood wine
No matter still
A winters night soon
I'll think you still mine.















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