You brush me by,
I hear the leaves sigh...
Looking up at the sky,
Watching you smile
The wind, it carries
a fragrance that can only be yours.
The arms of my jacket embrace
Just as though they're your own.
I know you're not far away...
Yet, for your touch I long.
The clock's been ticking much,
Much too slowly today.
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