they don´t see yours hear me when i say they don´t mind at all it´s the rain that i hear coming not a stranger nor a ghost it's the quiet of a storm approaching that i fear the most it´s the pain that i hear coming the slightest crystal tear drops to the ground in silence when my love is near | darling, when did you fall? when was it over? darling, when, when did you fall? when was it over? it´s marching through my door now the stony cold of lonesome a bell tolls for my heart and now my lonesome song begins darling, when did you cry? i couldn´t hear you darling, when, when did you cry? i couldn´t hear you i suppose it is the price of falling in love |
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