In your arms is solace found,
But you are nowhere to be seen;
And in their absence, dies the lark.
I lay beside my lover's form,
And wonder what this all means;
In your arms is solace found.
Rudely awakened by crack of storm,
I gently brush my table clean;
And in their absence, dies the lark.
And as I hope a hope forlorn,
A woefully unbegotten dream,
In your arms is solace found.
I question again why I was born
To love a love beyond the bream
And in their absence, dies the lark.
And as I hope a hope forlorn,
To love a love beyond the bream,
In your arms is solace found,
And in their absence, dies the lark.
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