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 time I walked with her
Her laughter was the steeple bells
That ring to greet the morning sun
A voice that called to everyone
To love the ground she walked upon
Those were 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
I lost her in the misty streets
A thousand months, a thousand miles
When other lips will kiss her eyes
A million miles beyond the moon, that's where she is
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 time I walked with her
Her laughter was the steeple bells
That ring to greet the morning sun
A voice that called to everyone
To love the ground she walked upon
Those were 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
I lost her in the misty streets
A thousand months, a thousand miles
When other lips will kiss her eyes
A million miles beyond the moon, that's where she is
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