Love Song For The Dead Che

The United States Of America

A the dawn of an ordinary Sunday
I remember the taste of you, sweet in my mouth
Late in the year
And in the stillness of the Oriente rainfall
I remember the warmth of you, still in my arms
Late, late in the year

I will bring tô you flowers in the night
Soft as trembling fingers touch you love
I can offer you wine and candlelight
If only my aching fingers scratch you love
Late in the year
Late in the year

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