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Oct 22, 2004 | Like the Wind

Like the wind that sweeps through
I feel I see I touch I know you
The words that you speak like a song
Make each hour an hour too long
I may not be a conjuror of sorts
Or a prince of two king’s courts
But know this: that it is true
That my heart has been unlocked by you
The the butterflies you feel
Jump about my soul, so very real
And I know that it is true
I am at my happiest when I see your smiles
For me your joy beguiles

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