CLose thine eyes
shut 'em tight
Till past is this lonely night.
Look up at heaven,
Find my eyes
In the nearest star
That watches thee from afar.
And feel my fingers
In the air
The wind that lift' up thy hair.
Trace my breath
To the morning dew
I place my eternity
Above thy brow.
CLose thine eyes
shut 'em tight
Till past is this lonely night.
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