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It may not always be like this

I hate to be such a realist

But if someday your lips should touch another's

And I should come between two star-crossed lovers

If someday your strong but tender fingers

Should close around the heart of some rose-bringer

As they grow tight around mine still

Then grant me this one thing

This one small thing

It may not always be like this

I hate to be such a realist

But if someday you should lay your silky hair

On his smiling face in that silence that we share

If you should hear the same bewildered words

That spill out in an incoherent blur

From the exposed and helpless soul

Then grant me this one thing

This one small thing

Let me know

Just let me know

You who own my heart

If we must be apart

Let me know

Just let me know

Send a little word

When you know for sure

Let me know

So I can go to him and take his hands

And cut the anchor free

Look into his eyes and say

“Accept all happiness from me”

Then at last I'll turn my face

To see the dying day

And hear a single bird's faint song

From somewhere far away

So far away