Lost Love
Good morning she says, my heart it sings.
She kisses me, my heart it sings.
She holds my hand, my heart it sings.
Na night she says, my heart it sings.
I dream of her, my heart it sings.
I wake up alone, my heart it stings.
Copyright © Dan Rennick | Year Posted 2019
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