Nhạc sĩ: Sir William Walton
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On the brow of the hill as she sees him depart No more sun in her sky, no more joy in her heart All of his magic still lives in her mind All the sounds and the images slowly rewind And he's out there somewhere, skies grow dark, suns eclipse She remembers his voice and the touch of his lips Maybe in time as he touched her soft lips And he's out there somewhere, skies grow dark, suns eclipse She remembers his voice and the touch of his lips And he's out there somewhere, skies grow dark, suns eclipse She remembers his voice and the touch of his lips Maybe in time as he touched her soft lips Maybe in time
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