Blue Bell Knoll

Each is not my love, moan i for what
I make up hundreds so i know how to make love
There, you can have my youth, i know i have loved
Started to see him, 'till when i married him

To yearn admits you're outside to me
Grow up

I have seen these all my life, perhaps a lot more
And i have been so naive
All move and try he knew not
And your spangle, how it hurts, and i have feelings

To yearn admits you're outside to me
Grow up
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