He
who always seems so happy in a crowd.
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry.
He maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past.
That I'll remember till the day I die...
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry.
He maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past.
That I'll remember till the day I die...
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