This is it, if I must confess
And this sky above me is my witness,
That each day has never gone by
Without the tranquil thought of you and I
My heart bemoans the distance between us
Your name has been the best tune of my voice
I have been the guy at the shore
But I don't want to be standing there anymore
I can no more bear this starving
And living but the shadow of my craving
I have stretched forth my yearning hand
Waiting for you, my love, to understand.
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