She is the day that gives me time to live and ? ? ? ? love my life. Till nite comes on with sundown scythe to end the puzzle pantomime. She is a day of love.
She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands. She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.
She is the bridge on which I wait to watch the river 'neath me flow. All spinning, surging far below ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? She is a bridge of love.
She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands. She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.
She is the air I breathe ? ? ? ? ? Awake, asleep in ? ? ? calm. A wind to wash my lifted palm, A sky that calls me out to dance. She is the air of love.
She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands. She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.
She is the smile that keeps me warm with matchless laughter, eyes ablaze. A mischief mystery she plays upon the flute of early morn. She is a smile of love.
She is the day thru which I walk toward the bridge where she stands. She is the air I breathe to sing, she is a smile without demands.
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