If things had been different,
If I could turn back the hands of time.
Could there have been a chance,
I could have made You mine?
If we were somehow younger,
At the age of eleven or twelve,
Would I have carried Your books,
When the principal rang the bell ?
If just yesterday luck had been for Me,
I would have held Your head in My hand
And kissed your lips tenderly.
We would have strolled hand in hand,
In the moonlight by the sea
There on the cool wet sand,
If all My loneliness was gold,
And this sadness sugar sweet,
I would trade it all this moment,
If we could somehow meet.
The longing of this soul would end,
My heart would sing for joy,
If You would be My little girl,
And I could be Your boy.
Vision is so strange…
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