Those we love ... They are thought eternal ...
Then one day there, a night here, everything falls apart! This
eternity, so magical invincibility fades.
This taste of eternity is all of a sudden, bitter flavor.
It took just a cowardly heart, so that life stops.
Then a cascade of memories flowing into tears.
The roundness of my cheeks so gay turns into a sad display of my pain. It
eyes misted over, I'm trying to find the strength not to cry.
But how can we not cry? "
When I know I shall never see his beautiful smile, her eyes filled with love.
When I no longer hear her beautiful accent, his voice so warm.
When I know she does await me when I would ask the other side of the Atlantic.
When I know that his arms do not welcome me more generous.
Here are four very long days that you're gone you walk across the shore.
The hurricane seems to soothe my despair.
Since I turned this little candle, I know you're still there, hidden deep in my heart. Well protected, warm, when a groundswell arrives to sweep my joy I feel in my heart a little tickle that reminds me that you're here with me for life until, in my turn, I draw my bow, so we find as before, and we laugh as before, eating waffles with blueberries and poutine to please me, just for the cheese curds.
Thanks for being there for me, giving me everything that makes life simple and beautiful.
Then one day there, a night here, everything falls apart! This
eternity, so magical invincibility fades.
This taste of eternity is all of a sudden, bitter flavor.
It took just a cowardly heart, so that life stops.
Then a cascade of memories flowing into tears.
The roundness of my cheeks so gay turns into a sad display of my pain. It
eyes misted over, I'm trying to find the strength not to cry.
But how can we not cry? "
When I know I shall never see his beautiful smile, her eyes filled with love.
When I no longer hear her beautiful accent, his voice so warm.
When I know she does await me when I would ask the other side of the Atlantic.
When I know that his arms do not welcome me more generous.
Here are four very long days that you're gone you walk across the shore.
The hurricane seems to soothe my despair.
Since I turned this little candle, I know you're still there, hidden deep in my heart. Well protected, warm, when a groundswell arrives to sweep my joy I feel in my heart a little tickle that reminds me that you're here with me for life until, in my turn, I draw my bow, so we find as before, and we laugh as before, eating waffles with blueberries and poutine to please me, just for the cheese curds.
Thanks for being there for me, giving me everything that makes life simple and beautiful.
My beautiful friend, I love you for life.
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