I think of you with love each day but this is nothing new,
The tender touch of my brow at night when i feel blue.
I hear your whispers in the leaves of trees that i pass,
I feel your tears in rain that falls soon dry's, it never lasts.
Out of the clouds you then appear, the sun you show to me,
Its then i know that your at peace birds whistle sweet tunes of free
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