Will you still stay with me for a long, long while,as the days and months keep drifting quietly past—and the fear that someday we won't see each otherkeeps slipping softly into every breath I take?
Will you still stay with me for a long, long while,as the days and months keep drifting quietly past—and the fear that someday we won't see each otherkeeps slipping softly into every breath I take?