She left, thou my love sincere
A gap of a hundred years
With love, my song i sang to her
A love for a hundred years
But alas so true, my many fears
Her words, I never hear
For her, for her, I shed a tear
my heart a hundred shears
With time, with time, my vision clears
Apart are we, a hundred years
A hundred years ...

08/20/2002

Posted on 09/01/2002
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