Cry me a river

Cold hands hold me tight
Red roses are waiting to be thrown
Yelling whispers cry through the shadows

My heart will go on
Everywhere where you will go

At last

Rising up through the golden dawn
Instantly the cold will die away
Verily I say unto you
Everywhere,golden strands hold will hold you tight
Red roses are waiting to be thrown

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