Sad words
Eye only sees Bangladesh
Where such
Danced the same [?]
Every part of youth
Haven't [?] but solve
But in mind [?]coast

But I owe to dream of Marrakesh
Oh I sense of all in all omens
It sums in gold flake polished paint
It aged [?]

Of that colour we are a kind
On an arrow a paying [?] time

Oh I owe you dream of Marrakesh
Oh I sense of all in [?]
(Omens)
It sums in gold flake [?]
(Marrakesh)
But aged will find [?]
That would pass if life punished past

[?] of thy name, like [?]
[?]
I've been [?] with most
[?]
Love is the award
Love to make
Love is the award
Love to make
Love is the award
Love...