I lay awake; while you were at rest my hand on your back for just one caress.
Asleep in my arms, in my arms asleep,
I gaze in your eyes, for one loving peek.
Loves bitter and sweet,
can cut like a knife; all pain I would bare,
if you'd be my life. Love, joy and passion, so here I will die.
It's four in the morning,
and I start to cry Tears down my cheeks,
I weep as the willow.
Our hair dripping wet, from the tears on my pillow.
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