The world goes on a spinning,
The differences are small,
And I am loving Peter
When I should be loving Paul.
‘T was to Paul I made a promise
and I plighted of my troth,
Was with Paul I took a solemn
And an unforgiving oath.
He’s the father of my children
And the keeper of my hearth,
Yet I am drawn to wander
Down the dark and winding path.
Down a path where in the moonlight,
Things, no longer what they seem
Loom as shadows of a darkness
In the hollow of a dream.
Peter and Paul
© Copyright: Ира Соколова, 2001
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