You have still the magic touch,
In my heart - everywhere;
Years gone by, the truest judge,
Walking through the years.
Listen to the sound and beat,
When you walk an empty street;
My love is still all around,
Lost is always found.
Why should we now say goodbye,
When we could again still try;
Fight our love back to our heart,
Make a fresh new start.
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