Her Eyes
Something hiding in your weary eye, Its a memories which makes me cry, It's a remembrance and whispered sigh It's a fading echoes of our last goodbye. Neither night can last, Nor Storm can stay The sun will rise and makes the dark away So Love like a storm only brings harsh pain Yet still, I'd chase it through thunder and rain So let the sorrow, let it flow, Like rivers where the wild winds blow, So, from the pain, new strength will rise, A dawn reborn in your weary eye.
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