You will have yours.
When I see ‘Chancery Lane’ my brain takes a train
To you
When blossoms blossom, and the wind wretches them away
They fall at your feet
When I hear that band, that song, that tune
We speak
Every spice scenting her perfume,
Every voice within this crowd,
Every colour in that rainbow,
Every flavour his tongue greets
Every embrace which warms my soul
Is you.
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