| maanantaina, helmikuuta 04, 2008 |
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When evening shadows fade
I turn to my true love
(s)he has the strength to say
the words that I cannot
in darkness, our darkness
so heartless, this darkness
I'm lost here in the gray
I wait for your returning
I watch firelight play
flames flicker with my yearning
for darkness, our darkness
so heartfelt, this darkness
Through streets and avenues
will you come back to your lover
The place for me and you
is here with no other
in darkness, our darkness
so heartfelt, this darkness
My arms they open up for you
and where they fall it cuts the root
we talk of understanding
we talk of love
- Richard Hawley, „Our Darkness“, af Lady's Bridge
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