How could I tell thee thy arms my life were
The life is a vessel-unmasted, could I tell thee
If ever I could thou must see me today little unaware
In every breath of life; I would have been thine, but be
When we would meet face to face again under the skies.
A life in need is a life indeed-ever the great speaks
Although somewhere thy eyes struck to, or they never release
Love-a pretty love, ever wanted by me, that touches peaks.
Now I'm whining in love
Now I'm whining in vain
Oh, let me sleep....
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