The last time I saw her face
Her eyes were bathed in starlight
And her hair hung long
The last time she spoke to me
Her lips were like the scented flowers
Inside a rain-drenched forest
But that was so long ago
That I can scarcely feel
The way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds
I would tear the threads away
That I might bleed some more
The last timе I walked with her
Her laughtеr was the steeple bells
That ring to greet the morning sun
A voice that called to everyone
To love the ground we walked upon
Those were the good days
The last time I held her hand
Her touch was Autumn
Spring and Summer, and Winter too
The last time I let go of her
She walked a way into the night
Her eyes were bathed in starlight
And her hair hung long
The last time she spoke to me
Her lips were like the scented flowers
Inside a rain-drenched forest
But that was so long ago
That I can scarcely feel
The way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds
I would tear the threads away
That I might bleed some more
The last timе I walked with her
Her laughtеr was the steeple bells
That ring to greet the morning sun
A voice that called to everyone
To love the ground we walked upon
Those were the good days
The last time I held her hand
Her touch was Autumn
Spring and Summer, and Winter too
The last time I let go of her
She walked a way into the night
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