miss the sound of your voice I miss the rush of your skin I miss the still of the silence As you breathe out and I breathe in If I could walk on water If i could tell you what's next Make you believe Make you forget
I miss the pull of your heart I taste the sparks on your tongue
Hold on
When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me, Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree. Don't put your faith in love, my boy, my father said to me, I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree
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