The softness of her hand
Made him yearn for the warmth
the heart once lost
the colour of her eyes
Could paint out the sorrow
Of the soul what it endured
She whispered in his ear
With the voice even the trees could hear
With my heart i see you clear
Lets craft memories that wont disappear
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