Tell me how much is left from
Our time,
And let me calculate:
One,
Two,
Three,

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And in the darkness of far-off life
Breathe my lips,
Think my hands,
Hopes my eyes
And let me sleep for ever
For ever
How much is left?
And with no pause looks in
Your eyes;
O, love
O, love

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Soodaroo
2004-05-31


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