As a thrush does sing and the wind can roar,
So now I wish ‘tis only love I saw.
As the sun does rise and the night descend,
So the love that started would not end.
Slowly the love became our destiny
And that is how it should always be.
But what of death when it calls our name?
When that occurs, there’s only life to blame.
Death does take the passion from love
But did we not touch the sky above?
We share no thoughts of desperate regret.
Ours was a love that no one could forget.
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