Oriental Song
soon my heart will fly to sadness
when the ways of knowing you
has no more gladness
and still my wanting heart will dream of you
it's jest a dream, i know that we are through
i melt a thousand times a day
an empty feeling that jest won't go away
tomarrow is another day
that wishes hopes and prayers, all refuse to pay
in secret i dream that you would rescue me
and from this dying place we'd soon leave
my heart would find a secret place
we'd rest our bags and call it Grace
but soon my heart will fly to sadness
then the pain of loving you will turn to madness
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