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The wind gently caress my face
I wish you would do it.

The smell of a rose reach to me,
I wish the smell is yours.

A soft little bell ting-a-ling gets into my ear,
I wish it is your voice.

The red leaves of the maple wave to me,
I wish you were here.

The branches of the bushes weigh himself up and down,
like my feelings - I yearn for you so.

28th of May 1995 15.55 ©Ines