I look up in the sky
And as I wonder why
The birds, they fly so high
Oh yes? I ponder, sigh
If I were to lay
In the grass all day
With you, I cannot say
Where my mind shall prey
If our skin were bound to meet
Would be my hand upon your cheek
While the busy on the street
A closed in fortress you may weep
A debt was made when you cried
As a friend I wiped your eyes
You had a deep hurt inside
Because the one you loved had died
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