The Face I Loved
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
If ,by a chance, his life could be restored
It would affect me like the hidden chord
King David composed and played for love of God.
Oh, one must die and one must here remain
The face that was familiar is no more.
Yet in my dreams ,he is alive again
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