My love, the sound of your name
Clings in the sultry air of september,
And twines with the rising night..
But how could I possibly ever fear it
When you're next to me,
Holding my hand?
A restless wind suddely bursts
Across all pathways, leaves are falling,
Far away from the street light..
But where is your sweet smile which
Tames this heart of mine,
So loving, so calm?
The warming twinkle of your eyes
Makes me leave this cold world behind,
For something divine and bright..
But tonight, how could I follow you
And be there with you, if..
I truly love you?
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