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There is a mystery in your eyes,

To which the love in my heart still whistles in fife...

There is a difference in your touch,

And the touch of you gives me life...

When you're not around,

There is no life...

Memories is all I have,

That gives me life...

This winter is no different,

If birds still weep,

And the cries of infinity,

Are still not deep...

But now the feelings are deep,

And your touch is far at large;

I want to kiss you even more,

And hold you tight in my arms under this dawn's arch...