I feel your hand caress my cheek,
Or is it just the wind?
My lonely heart forever seeks
Your lost soul, my dear friend.

I gave to you my hand and heart–
Body, mind, and soul.
And if I’d played this to my art,
You’d have from me the whole.

My dearest love, return to me
When saner minds prevail.
I’m ever lost on love’s blank sea,
No wind to fill my sail.

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