when dreams bequeath their light i often die
how overwhelming it can seem to me
as passion brims from where i cry, i cry
the words i write to ever, ever be
fragmented here for you forevermore
they're more than merest beauty, can you see?
it's you who has remained as dreams i pour
beneath the veil of this old willow tree
and yearningly i paint my love for you
with hope that i could make you like the sea
for i swear i have seen sweet heaven hue
deep in your pretty eyes eternally
i wail in hope that you can hear my heart
it bleeds for you when my soul falls apart
how overwhelming it can seem to me
as passion brims from where i cry, i cry
the words i write to ever, ever be
fragmented here for you forevermore
they're more than merest beauty, can you see?
it's you who has remained as dreams i pour
beneath the veil of this old willow tree
and yearningly i paint my love for you
with hope that i could make you like the sea
for i swear i have seen sweet heaven hue
deep in your pretty eyes eternally
i wail in hope that you can hear my heart
it bleeds for you when my soul falls apart
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