longing for your voice
i listen to the wind
but hear just the silence
of my deep sorrow
longing for your scent
i pick a garden rose
but sense only pain
as a thorn pierces my soul
longing for your touch
i stand in the Spring rain
but fall numb from the cold
in the reality of loneliness
i listen to the wind
but hear just the silence
of my deep sorrow
longing for your scent
i pick a garden rose
but sense only pain
as a thorn pierces my soul
longing for your touch
i stand in the Spring rain
but fall numb from the cold
in the reality of loneliness
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