Take my hand with promise
There's a widow that sits beside the seaside
The sun shines on her face
There’s a morning light that cries
and sits beside her place
And there is an eye
That melts at the touch
It’s hidden not much
For a fake
Did you know the greatest treasure lost
Was found at the bottom of a lake
The widow sits beside
its hand she shall take
So why won’t you take my hand
Take me away
I’m tired of sitting,
Dying by my lake
There's a heart that melts at the touch of ray
So why do you think that there's so much to say
It rats on the ribs
Like its awake
But it's just trying to find a lovely place to stay
So won’t you bottle up my treasure
It needs a place to hide
It doesn’t really like this place
But I take you know
This water is made inside
And it loves and floods this place
Like it was born to flow outside
I need to see it just one last time
Before I find a way to leave it behind
There's nothing here that I’ll miss
But the feeling of the lovely sun’s kiss
There's a shadow that sits beside the seaside
The sun shines on her face
There’s a morning light that cries
and sits beside her place.
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