Kisses so sweet,
sweeter than wine,
on the lips of the woman
I called mine.
Breath so soft,
a breeze divine,
on the lips of the woman
that I called mine.
On that lonesome day,
so cold and gray,
how could I stand so still
as you walked away?
How could I have no words
to make you stay?
Voice so gentle
and words so kind,
from the lips of the woman
that I called mine.
Sighs that echo
through my time
on the lips of the woman
that I called mine.
On that lonesome day,
so cold and gray,
how could I stand so still
as you walked away?
How could I have no words
to make you stay?
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