The sun has come
The mist has gone
We see from a distance our long way home
You were mine to hold as I was yours, we loved each other in and out of time.
As the rising sun smiles at gloomy sky, and the appearance of a new dawn calms a troubled mind with the soft tunes whispering, the birds of a gloomy sky.
Our beds are low but our dreams are high, silver nor gold, I have non to give to her but the spring of love is all I've get to satisfy her thirsty heart.
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