Portrait 19
The Paper Kites
Oh, what tidings I did hear Melancholy kind of year I won't give you any tears You're a wonder, you're a muse Clarity in spoken truth Give me nothing, give me you I hate to see you go I hate to see you go Oh, could I watch you go? Shouldn't have Friend of mine Direction of a different kite Whether with me, whether somewhere new Know that I'll be seeing you I'll be seeing you I'll be seeing you I'll be seeing you Here or there