Everything has gone, fascinating colours of fireworks light the sky , I cannot bring you here to see, no..the memories bring you near to witness a spectacular showing of my misery, tears fall, because I cannot bring you here to me.
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I Canna See’
Canna see the light shining past yer heed or the shadow where yer are when yer lie deed canna see the sparra in the field of gold nay’ or se...
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