From the first whistle blown
Till the last bell that rings
I'll always be with you
Till the last bird that sings
And the jealousy from others
The smart remarks they bring
Nothing will tear us apart
Not any little thing
Most people thank God
Most people get luck
But for me it was destined
Like Midas's golden touch
For this love I have found
And the happiness it may bring
I promise to keep you by me
Till the last bird that sings.
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Author:
Danny Drey (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 28th, 2016 21:28
- Category: Love
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