Your pretty grey eyes sing Your beauty, sweetly divine When all ends, when we win With our backs to the setting sun
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Your pretty grey eyes sing Your beauty, sweetly divine When all ends, when we win With our backs to the setting sun
Tasty sops Golden sunshine Pretty flowers Buzzing bees All rent the words in me They define your love I see
Times change but in your fine eyes I see A million reasons proving you are true, You, your sweet love has changed me And in all I like to be I am given to you
When the humble evening quarreled with the travelling day It turned out not to be wise, for the aftermath brought grim dismay The aftermath, a heavy storm came riding on her way She pulled stuff along, anything that went astray Tearing, pushing against the curtained doors and windows Flirting with the wind, so that the […]