you think of me alot
with sighs and smile
your hand on your heart
i feel your thoughts
there are times that you wonder
whether i knew how you felt
right from the start
when we first became friends
i knew our feelings would grow
some call me a witch
but it is more than this
i listen to the unheard voice of your soul
and the sighs of your heart
oh the expression in your eyes
a pagan once offered to guide me
enhance my psychic ability
as you know
there is much more to this
so i never replied
to fly on a broomstick
not my idear of travelling
you think this is so cool
do you realize how it feels
to know... things
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