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Cilla Black

Black Paper Roses

 

Black Paper Roses

(альбом: Sweet Inspiration - 1970)


And I hack sorrow to my mind
As a mother to her breast a still-born child

And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons

I love the silver of your gold
I love the gentle of your day
I love the unexpected tender of your way
I even love the sudden winters of your May

And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons

I watch and listen to the song
Of how you loved me once, but not for long
Yet in your absence I would love you once again
It helps to ease my mind and takes away the pain

And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons

And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons

And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons

And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons

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