The wind was friendly, warm
Soft as a lover's lips
Light as a baby's touch
Invisible as loves beauty
...
There is a hill
I journey to every night
To sit and stare
And watch the fading light
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Humankind puts value on purity
The purity of gold
Of diamonds, of water
Of precious stones
...
there was a girl
who was my love
who cried a tear
that turned to a dove
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I smell your perfume on the wind
And cry a pool of tears
And sit beside it
And fish for our lost love
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in the fields of grey
on a rainy day
where the birds mock the clouds
with voices loud
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Tall ships that sail the sky
That creak and moan as they go by
Which drift and skirt and hide the moon
With whiten sail and sturdy boom
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I stand here with a dying
flower in my hand
It's our love
It's petals lie at my feet
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Up, up you pop over the hedge
Racing the car, dipping and swerving
With a furious beating of wings
You take the lead
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