When I'm old and grey and full of sleep
And when there is no more overflowing light in my face
I wish I could remember the lady who loved me deep
When everyone failed to love my moments of glad Grace
Her remembrance will never fade like my good-looking appearance
But still fill my eyes rather with tears
I wish then I could still remember her perfect smile,hence
I could go back to past and wrap in those memories without any fears.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
When I'm old and grey and full of sleep
And when there is no more overflowing light in my face
I wish I could remember the lady who loved me deep
When everyone failed to love my moments of glad Grace
Her remembrance will never fade like my good-looking appearance
But still fill my eyes rather with tears
I wish then I could still remember her perfect smile,hence
I could go back to past and wrap in those memories without any fears.
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