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It may not always be so And I say, and if your lips Which I have loved Should touch another's And your dear strong fingers clutch her heart As mine in time not far away If on another's face your sweet hair lay In such a silence as I know And such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay If this should be, I say if this should be You of my heart, send me a little word That I may go unto her, and take her hands saying Accept all happiness from me Then I shall turn my face And hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands
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Credits
- Writers
- Sjón
- Björk