Touch of hands
like a pillow top
Stroke the palm line
tells the story true
Years melt, the song fades
Too long
when the day was gray
When a simple yes
would do
The question hung in the air
Another day
emotions deep
Eyes plead for a word
while clueless, truth
Please ask, I will stay.
like a pillow top
Stroke the palm line
tells the story true
Years melt, the song fades
Too long
when the day was gray
When a simple yes
would do
The question hung in the air
Another day
emotions deep
Eyes plead for a word
while clueless, truth
Please ask, I will stay.
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