With your kiss my life begins,
A creature in the wind.
With your kiss blows the wind, and my love begins.
For you Clementine,
I love you Clementine.
With your kiss I grin,
And whisper into the wind:
I love you clementine
I am afraid.
I didn't get to say:
I love you Clementine.
Years have passed by and only memories remain.
You are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry Clementine.
With your kiss blows the wind,
and my desire begins.
For you Clementine,
I love you Clementine.
With your kiss I grin, then starts the wind. And you, Clementine, start to sway.
I am afraid.
I didn't get to say:
I love you Clementine.
Years have passed by and only memories remain.
You are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry Clementine.
I was alone for every day. Seemed a sad way to pass the days. Now my heart yearns for you, Clementine, because I didn't get to say:
I love you Clementine
I was gone for every day. Seemed a sad way to pass the days. Now my heart mourns for you, Clementine, because I didn't get to say:
I love you Clementine.
Years have passed by and only memories remain.
You are lost and gone forever.
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
With your kiss blew the wind, and my love began.
For you, Clementine.
I love you Clementine.
With your song I smiled, and only then, did the wind start to idle.
On that morning, soon before May, you began to sway. You fell to the ground.
Two red songbirds in the wind, over the blossoms they shine, chirping her song, calling sweet Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever.
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
I whisper into the wind, one last time,
I love you Clementine.
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SCHISMS
PoetryA collection of wounds disguised as poems SCHISM /ˈs(k)izəm/ noun plural noun: schisms a split or division between strongly opposed sections or parties, caused by differences in opinion or belief. The world torn apart. Poetry to heal the wounds. Th...
