gone away my love
i know
i haven't much time
too you so i say
help for your tears they ask
me why
and my head i hang down
through the white cotton veil
your eyes
child hood has fanned
our last graceful meeting
decided
the bow of the waves
green or blue
nothing up untill now
really mattered
and the pulse how it beats
too lay as you lay
pray upon what do i say
as you stay
and love gone away has never died.
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