and bound about her neck, a pen mightier, than any religious lie.
For this day of love, knows this will never be enough
But I seek a truth which stands without any to mistake
And it's there I ask, what's the weight of a lovers kiss
For today a lord of land was reborn, as another monstrous shape,
which just begs forever to an sainted actor to deny his decline
And this, my gift to Scotland, a bottle of finest wine,
not knowing this would be the saddest of goodbyes.
For once again I meet a teacher who thought he
was the history he had just laid upon the line
There across the table, lovers drown in a dam made for tears
and just in that moment I held your hand and we smiled…
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