*** I raise my eyes and see the cold sky It’s like a kind of wall so mighty great That separates me from the land of thine And puts me fully in the hands of fate. You’re far away behind this gloomy sky My lips can’t touch you in a gentle kiss. And snobbish clouds passing low by Will not remind me of my dear Miss.
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