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A little bird come sit upon my window sill, and set there all through the falling rain... I watched that bird upon my window sill, and i saw my thoughts of you go by again... And the picture of my face reflected on the pane, now is it tears I see or is it rain... I remember how we talked before we said goodbye, to young to know this world outside our door...And now the miles of time have built a wall of love and though I try I just can't tear it down. ...And the picture of my face reflected on the pain, now is it tears I see or is it rain...I've no regrets about the past theres nothing I can change, for lifes a road you walk just one way down ,but looking back i do recall a frame of time, When the world was love and time was just a thought... And the picture of my face reflected on the pane now is it tears i see or is it rain... As my thought go tumbling back , I wonder how you look , I wonder if you seen that little bird . I wonder if he sit upon your window sill, and I wonder if you'll ever hear theses words... And the picture of my face reflected on the pane now is it tears I see or is it rain... |
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