David Taylor (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)
If only I could make you see what no eyes have ever seen,
if only I could make you feel, what I feel so deep within.
The clouds would part from tearful eyes
each moment would be filled with sweet delight
if only I could, I surely would, and then:
You would teach me what my eyes have never seen,
you would surely make me feel, what I feel so deep within.
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