From the Tips of the Fingers
From the tips of your fingers
My love is slipping away.
But kind time will dry my tears.
I wonder, what will remain?
From the tips of my fingers
Your love is slipping away.
You used to be so sincere
But you are no more the same.
Our love is slipping away.
Will you remember my eyes?
Is our love only pain
Or our lost paradise?
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