Isn't life strange

A turn of the page

Can read like before

Can we ask for more?

Each day passes by

How hard man will try?

The sea will not wait

You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -



Wished i could be in your heart

To be one with your love

Wished i could be in your eyes

Looking back there you were, and here we are.



Isn't love strange

A word we arrange

With no thought or care

Maker of despair

Each breath that we breathe

With love we must weave

To make us as one

You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -



Wished i could be in your heart

To be one with your love

Wished i could be in your eyes

Looking back there you were, and here we are.



Isn't life strange

A turn of the page

A book without light

Unless with love we write;

To throw it away

To lose just a day

The quicksand of time

You know it makes me want to cry, cry, cry -



Wished i could be in your heart

To be one with your love

Wished i could be in your eyes

Looking back there you were:




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