when the hour strikes
when the hour strikes
with out you being here
my shadow melts from loneliness
when the evening’s melodies
gather tears
my heart burns without your love
because my lips have been
abandoned by your kisses
and your spirit is no longer
my prism of colors
because of this
the sunset’s glow appears
to be sad
with out you being here
my shadow melts from loneliness
when the evening’s melodies
gather tears
my heart burns without your love
because my lips have been
abandoned by your kisses
and your spirit is no longer
my prism of colors
because of this
the sunset’s glow appears
to be sad
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