A song that always made me cry
from my Bmus graduation recital back in 2013
When I have sung my songs to you,
I’ll sing no more.
’Twould be a sacrilege to sing
At another door.
We’ve worked so hard to hold our dreams
Just you and I.
I could not share them all again,
I’d rather die.
With just the thought that I had loved so well,
So true,
That I could never sing again,
Except to you.
Ernest Charles (1895-1984)
https://youtu.be/5SZIYxyDDZY
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