The last time I saw her face, her eyes were bathed in starlight and her
hair hung long
inside a rainThe last time she spoke to me, her lips were like the scented flowers
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds, I would tear the threads away that I
might bleed some more The last time I walked with her
Her laughter was the steeple bells
A voice that called to everyone
That ring to greet the morning sun
Those were good day
To love the ground she walked upon
I lost her in the misty streets, a thousand months, a thousand miles The last time I held her hand, her touch was autumn, spring and summer,
and winter too
The last time I let go of her, she walked a way into the night
A million miles beyond the moon, that's where she is When other lips will kiss her eyes
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel the way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds, I would tear the threads away that I
walked alone
might bleed some more
The last time I saw her face, her eyes were bathed in starlight and she
The last time she kissed my cheek Her lips were like the wilted leaves
Upon the autumn covered hills
Resting on the frozen ground
The seeds of love lie cold and still
Beneath a battered marking stone
It lies forgotten.
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