There's a dream where
the contents are visible
Where the poetic champions
compose
Will you breathe not a word
of this secrecy, and
Will you still be my special
rose?
Bridge
Goin' away far across the
sea
But I'll be back for you
Tell you everything I know
Baby everything is true
Will the blush still
remain
On your cheeks my love
In the light always seen
In your head?
Gold and sliver they placed
At your feet my dear
But I know you chose me.
Instead
Goin' away... etc.
You're the Queen of the slipstream
I love you so
You have crossed many waters
to be here
And you drink at the fountains
of innocence
And experienced, you know
very well
Marco Giunco |
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