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Black Paper Roses - Cilla Black
And I had sorrow to my mind
As the mother to her breast as still born child
And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy blues
I loved the silver of your gold
I loved the gentle of your day
I loved the unexpected tender of your way
I even loved the sudden winters of your may
And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy blues
I watch and listen to their song
Of how you loved me once
But not for long
Yet in your absence I would love you once again
It helps to ease my mind and takes away the pain
And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy blues
And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy blues
And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy blues
And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy blues
And of my nights I make black paper roses
