Your voice breathed in my ear
Or on the telephone
All the tender things we've
whispered
To keep from feeling alone
May they never come to be
Just cold gems set in memory
Of someone I used to love
This current flows between
us
That will not be denied
You draw me in towards you
Like the moon pulls at the
tide
May no shadow ever fall
That will make me have to
call
You someone I used to love
Marco Giunco |
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