Listen to me my love.It is my brathThis wind blowing fromthe northAnd it will always be here in ParionMy presenceSo as to touch every strand of your hair,Every eyelash.Even thoung my lips won’t touch youMy breeze willtouch your skin.Even tough my lips won’t speakMy breeze will speak with you.
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