Dry your eyes
No tears and no sorrow
Cling to me with all your
might
And never let me go
A million times or more dear
You said we'd never part
But lately I find
A stranger in my arrrrrrrrrms
Give me the right
In summer or in spring-time
To tell the world that you
are mine
And never let me go.
Marco Giunco |
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