My darling
if there is a song of sorrow
would it be sung?
without you.
My darling
if my heart stops
its tune
one fine summer evening,
would you sing?
the song of sorrow.
oh my dear, my dearest darling
the song of sorrow
blinks past the memory of a restless time
as if it flew just over us
only yesterday.
My darling
i am going back again
to sing the song of sorrow
of the deep blue sky
and the clouds of desire,
that follows.
Oh my dear, my dearest darling
i took the steps of life
with the tune of your heart
just like the first moon rise
and the last sunset of winter.
My darling
here is the song of sorrow
of life and tomorrow,
of fights and rain,
of cheerful mornings,
and laughter in the evening
and when all that ends
oh my dear, my dearest darling
who will sing the song of sorrow?
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