Cilla Black - Black Paper Roses

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And I hack sorrow to my mind
As a mother to her breast a still-born child
And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons
I love the silver of your gold
I love the gentle of your day
I love the unexpected tender of your way
I even love the sudden winters of your May
And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons
I watch and listen to the 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 balloons
And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons
And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons
And of my nights I make black paper roses
And to my afternoons I take fancy balloons