The wind calls your name;
Whisperes in my heart,
And through this bond of sky;
We're never far apart.
The stars portray your face,
Burning in my eyes,
So I see your face each night;
Because the stars never lie.
The sun holds your touch;
Gently warming me,
And though for now we're parted;
In my heart you'll be.
So I'll no longer cry,
And every-one shall see:
Though you're gone, you've not faded
You'll live on in me.
November 2008
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