He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song,
I thought that love would last forever,
and I hope I was not wrong.
and I hope I was not wrong.
roses are red,
violets are blue.
love never crossed my mind,
until i met you.
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