Turn this Dream over,
Point to a Star,
Kiss my hand Gently,
Then Fly away far.
I’m Missing You already,
Before You’ve even gone,
Begrudgingly, I lay me down,
Dreading the quiet, lonely Dawn.
When You leave me,
Though it’s never long,
My Heart finds poor Comfort,
Living without our Melodic Song.
Passion closes its eyes, Waiting,
Mute with broken sorrow,
Counting the days, one by one,
Until We meet,
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