Sometimes i wanna be there with no one else,
looking the wind blow beside the sky tears,
some black blues and an irish by my hand,
The only missing piece,
you darling singing that soul.
Your big brown eyes beyond my dreams,
and your arms over me.
I would lern how to fly,
if that means to be here with you love.
My poverty brought me here,
But your love my wealth of feeling alive..
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