Tiny goddess wrapped in lace That
certain smile upon your face Is telling
me what's to be When you leave
In a room just five foot eight I sit
alone and I will wait To hear from you
if you do decide to
Don't try to humour me With letters
I can't read Don't sympathise with me Don't
try to be discreet
Photograph that's in my case Will
travel with me every place Reminding
me what to be for you love
Orchards smell of sweet perfume The
mountainside is now in bloom And I am
here waiting for your company
Don't try to humour me With letters
I can't read The clock's at half past
three It's stopped to wake like me
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