If the old days would come
Would add words to my woes
Would add rain water with agonies
And would place before you
If the old days would come
I would touch your cheek and your lips
I would beg clouds from your black hair
I would wrap your feet with paint.
If the old days would come
I would want the moonlit night
I would want firefly
To show you the future of ours.
I would play in the rain with you
Would tell, I love you than anybody else.
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