Sweet voice in the morning sun
lovely smile to face your frown
Gentle hands with the long black hair
That's her
Who makes your eyes shine in the light
And leaves me forlorn every night
Who holds you with just a whisper
That's her
Maybe not in this moment nor lifetime
Not in my world nor yours
Tonight you'll dream of a song as beautiful
Not of me, but of her
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