I saw how he sealed with a kiss
I saw her face was white as rain
He gently kissed her cherry lips
Soft as a rose that blooms in may
He keeps her picture in a frame
And when he sleeps he calls her name
And When the night has been too lonely,
And the road has been too long,
And he thinks that love is only
For the lucky and the strong,
He remember that in winter
Far beneath the bitter snows,
Lies the seed that with the heating
In the spring becomes the rose.
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© Copyright: Мириам Маркус, 2006
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