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Oh,and I'm wishing that I had never

Held you in my arms at all.

When you've drifted with the clouds

Then it is too far to fall.



Perhaps and perhaps,if the gentle

Of my fingers in your hair

Wouldn't be living in me now

Give it be that I'd not care.



Light....yes,the light it was caught your face,

Caught and sang it as a song.

When my mind is looking back

Then it calls again as strong.



Carried with the lilting soft of it

The old places,girl,I see.

Singing in your voice I hear

Many things that cannot be.



Always and always there'll be that place

No other will ever fill.

My mind's searching for your face

And I fear it always will.