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My dyin' bride
Comes through the sea, And she's more white Than one can be. You,my beloved girl, Please always come to me, When angel you will be Or just a lovely ghost. The radio plays your favourite song, I help it sound louder, While calling your name, But you aren't now here.. A girl is crossing the street, From behind she looks like you, But when I see her face I wake up from my dream Remembering you're gone From me, forever... It's so unfair, The spring of my tears Has lost its words, And you,d'you care? In a cemetery there's a cross With your name written on, That's the place where I call you All days,all nights... Goodbye my loving maiden, The Earth is empty without you, Except my heart agonising Filled by hatred against faith. All I want from God is you, Daily I ask and I beg Him, But,who knows,maybe He loves you Too much to send you back to me. From the beyonds Of fantasy, My dying bride Comes through the sea...
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