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Fathomless depths waves wash in I hold the flowers you steal away Away, away, away, away To grow them another day... We live on the sea on a little cliff Where the ocean ebbs in wondering if You and I will ever find those roses in the sky Find that perfect love between something, You, and I And I hold the flowers you steal away Away, way, a-a-a-away To grow them yet another day Do you hold my rose, my dear? Do you touch its thorns? Do you wonder if this plant bleeds A golden sap of morn? I will give ambrosia to your lips, Let the moths alight on your hair, I'll kiss your blushing cheeks And praise my lover fair I'll tuck a carnation behind your ear Put golden coins upon thine eyes I'll drink of the Lethe waters by fear And tell you little white lies And you'll steal my flowers away, away Plant them yet to grow another day The flower graveyard on the beach Fathomless black and deep... All those flowers thrown away... (We'll find) a way, a way, a way |
