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I Sing A Song Of Days Gone By How Quickly Some Fly Right By While Others Drag On And On Today I Realized, You're Really Gone The Days Of Summer Are Getting Shorter Nights Alone, They're My Torture Wondering, Will They Ever End? Wondering, Will I Ever Mend? Missing You, Is Nothing New Loving You, Is All That's True Trying In Vain To Stay Sane I Am Trying To Keep My Patience Wondering, What Could Save Us? Although, No Matter How Far Apart I'll Always Keep You Near My Heart Your Loving Embrace Is What I Yearn As I Eagerly Wait For Your Return Wondering, Will This Ever End? Wondering, Will I Ever Mend? Until Then, I Am Waiting, Until Then, I Am Waiting, Waiting For The Day, Waiting For The Day, The Day That You're Here, The Day You're Here, Holding Me Near, Until Then, I'm Holding You Near, Near To My Heart |
What lovely you have penned here. A joy to read indeed. Frank. | Posted on 2010-10-01 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ] | Indeed, a lovely song indeed. I rather enjoyed this song, it's so passionate, yet such a calm. Love is usually like this, unless something happens, but this is the good type of love. | | Posted on 2010-09-13 00:00:00 | by 13thprotector | [ Reply to This ] | This would make a lovely song. Time drags with all the pain and tedium of an illness when loved ones are away from home and in harm's way. | Nice work Dawn! | Posted on 2010-09-13 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] | |