Does it ride the wind? Or the waves of your soft voice? That's a pretty scarf Now let me see your face Tell me your name Just stay there where you stand I need to feel your touch But don't reach out your hand You look like something I can trust You look like you are clean We'll never know each others touch While death paints every scene Close your eyes and lift your veil Moonlight spills over our embrace Breeze swirls around our solidarity My palms reach up to cup your face
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