I shall bury my weary love any surgery. In the forest all in black when I'll lose you. I shall put no flowers at his head Nor a stone at his feet, Forth and mouth I loved so much was meant to see. I shall grow more to his grace For the ones I come I shall give as much of joy As my hands ... I shall steal or give in the sun Where the wide wings blow But who I shall weep at night. sponsored links When love will go. Now the ..