Although your love to me is gone at last, It heals my soul and sweetens my sorrow. My eyes can only see our merry past, Which ended with your voice: "We’ve No tomorrow." I’ve to tell you before you go, my Dear, I can never forget your pretty smiles. I won’t be around to wipe off your tear, But for you I will run a thousand miles. When you need a hand to cross a river, I will be the rock on which you can stand; If my love to you is pure forever, I shall love you more when you hold his hand. ‘Cause I love you I just want you to be Happy in the World with or Without me.Birth sign: Not entered
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