Wednesday 21 July 2010

On ocenas breath, I seek to sail
Frost of winter turns hope pale
And I will trip and bleed and fail
But there will never be another love for me
There will never be another love for me

Oh mother dear, you must not cry
For on the wings of tears I'll fly
This is my bittersweet goodbye
For there will never be another love for me
There will never be another love for me

As birds that soar through mist of day
Flocks tumbling o'er the salty spray
They soar and plunge in waters grey
And there will never be another love for me
There will never be another love for me

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