When the time will come
to leave my sand
i may not have any prints
to speak my words
thou shall be looked upon
to bid adieu
flatter the leaving soul
with platter of pearls
you would come i know for sure
with heavy heart unable to hold
looking around for long you'll wonder
"Yes, she made me smile" speak in a murmur...
to leave my sand
i may not have any prints
to speak my words
thou shall be looked upon
to bid adieu
flatter the leaving soul
with platter of pearls
you would come i know for sure
with heavy heart unable to hold
looking around for long you'll wonder
"Yes, she made me smile" speak in a murmur...
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