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Turn Of The Century
Yes
Anderson,Howe,White)
Realising a form out of stone.
Set hands moving.
Roan shaped his heart
thru his working hands.
Work to mold his passion into clay, like the sun.
In his room, his lady
she would dance and sing so completely.
So be still he now cries
I have time, oh let clay transform thee so.
In the deep cold of night
winter calls, he cries "Don't deny me!"
For his lady, deep her illness.
Time has caught her
and will for all reasons take her.
In the still light of dawn, she dies.
Helpless hands soul revealing.
Like leaves we touch we learn.
We once knew the story.
As winter calls he will starve.
All but to see the stone be life
Now Roan, no more tears.
So transformed him
Set to work his strength.
so absorbed him.
realising a form out of stone. His work
Could she hear him?
Could she see him?
All aglow was his room dazed in this light.
He would touch her
Laughing as they danced.
he would hold her.
Highest colors touching others.
Did her eyes at the turn of the century
when we meet, how we'll love, oh let life so transform me.
tell me plainly
We once knew the story.
Like leaves we touched we danced.
As autumn called and we both
remembered all those many years ago.
I'm sure we know.
Was the sign with a touch
We walk hands in the sun.
As I kiss your fingers.
Memories when we're young.
Love lingers so.
that made all your looks
Was it sun through the haze
as warm as moonlight?
As a pearl deep in your eyes,
tears have flown away,
all the same light.
Did her eyes at the turn of the century
tell me plainly
when we meet how we'll look
as we smile time will leave me clearly.
Like leaves we touch, we see.
We will know the story.
As autumn calls we'll both remember
all those many years ago
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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