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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