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Sorrowful eyes, fair eyes the downturned mouth of an unsmilling spectator. everyday her feelings made clear standing at the window until he comes to. Anna Maria, sorrow has to face the facts Anna Maria, her gaze drawn abroad Only in her memories1 I don't seem to fit as well, one only wishes that wishing could make oneself clear maybe after awhile she'll take a look at the real me Anna Maria. Only in her memories1 I don't seem to fit as well, one only wishes that wishing could make oneself clear maybe after awhile she'll take a look at the real me How I should like to get a glimpse sometime To leave an imprint on a wistful dream How I should like to be able to imprison the fact that sometime you may set your affections on me. Anna Maria. Years past and 'morrows past ... ... yet not retreat this to whose ... waits yet not ... under its window. |