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Time passes and I pine for you
Like a corn mill it grinds me, too It flows like a river slowly by Takes my heart, my soul, I cry I hope, I dream, I wait, I die Every day as time flows by Time heals all wounds, it's true Why must I hurt the way I do? One day it will pass, this pain Maybe I can even love again When your shadow has left my bed And no more ghosts are in my head No,I'm afraid to forget you,no! Your soul is around me, I know I don't want this wound to heal I want to hurt without end, to feel The knife in my heart you left behind Take your photo and hide in my mind Time heals, so they say This love is mine, it will stay No one can take your place I need to feel this empty space And if I must cry forever All my tears i will gather To grow in the desert roses, you see One for every day you're not with me Copyright Sydney Krivenko GISC. 2052924 2006
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