It could be the seventh
You could be the same charming,
If you wouldn't went away from me.
I'm still happy to be yours gracing,
I can still feel the seventh shades of we.
Those happy smiles of april,
Those sad stories of june.
I've all the phrases from your boon.
I can still see you beneath the tree of maple.
Standing front of the lake, alone,
Listening to the silence of woods.
I whispered, "you won, you won."
You ought to have me in the bloods.
You're far and away from fate,
I'm so happy, that you're now a little late.
But, with me,
And it's we....
