[b]Oh! did those eyes instead of fire,
With bright but mild affection shine,
Though they might kindle less desire,
Love, more than mortal, would be thine.[/b]
[i]Byron, To M-, 1806.[/i]
I thought, she could have fallen in love;
That she would like me, though a bit.
But I have frauded by now,
She loved herself; so nice and sweet.
And I have sincerely believed,
My love would help her build her shire.
But she ignored my single gift.
We soon believe what we desire.
CHORUS:
And I was thinking day by day,
Whether stop or go?
How I carry, carry this heavy doubt?
While she was shining ray by ray,
I`d already known:
Dear Mary, Mary – I have stopped.
I think her hair is image of gold;
Her eyes like lakes of beauty blue.
But this depiction now is cold,
I`m sorry, dear, when it`s true.
I think we will remain friends;
It was intended – she`s not there.
I wish her know – at our lands
There was a time when I loved her.
CHORUS
INTERLUDE
CHORUS
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Рубрика: Авторська пісня
дата надходження 25.08.2014
автор: Oleg Kolibaba