And still
And still I am Yours,
The wind washing me away,
Towards south, I am going,
East is not here,
And still my dear, I am Yours.
All days long I am under the sun
Searching my own shadows.
Is it a moment of sorrow?
That I know, and still
I am Yours, my dear, and I
Find You all around me.
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