we don't know when
lowe comes around
gently holding your hand
wondering...if this is it
can it be better?
and than
just like the morning wind
from the east
will stroke your face gently
as it come...will it go?
In time.... faces washed a way
And in the misty pain
Have no more hate
Left behind my life in no haste
Now on.. only want to Lowe
Neve ever to hate
Want u to come
Come only with me
Dry desert land in our way
Will go throug...
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It's not the nights...not the day's
It's not the wind and it's not the rain
That is scares me
What is scares me is
When there would be no dawn would follow the night
When aireness would not come after windy night
When my hand...
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