Even as I ebb away
there'll always be a time to say,
how much
I loved
your
gentle touch.
That kiss,,oh how my lips will miss
that kiss
when everything that's in me dies,
and as I ebb away
your eyes will stay with me
and I'll still say to thee
how much
I loved your
gentle touch.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Even as I ebb away
there'll always be a time to say,
how much
I loved
your
gentle touch.
That kiss,,oh how my lips will miss
that kiss
when everything that's in me dies,
and as I ebb away
your eyes will stay with me
and I'll still say to thee
how much
I loved your
gentle touch.
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