Now the music that played in
your ears
Grows a little bit fainter
each day
And you find yourself looking
through tears
At the love you feel slipping
away
Though it's not the kind
Of love you might hope to
find
If tears could release the
heart
From the shadows preferred
by the mind
Like a wind that comes up in
the night
Caressing your face while
you sleep
Love will fill your eyes with
the sight
Of a world you can't hope
to keep
Dreaming on after that moment's
gone
The light in your lover's
eyes
Disappears with the light
of the dawn
But the morning brings
Strength to your restless
wings
And some other lover sings
To the sun's bright corona
I know all about these things
Linda Paloma
Fly away
Linda Paloma
Marco Giunco |
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