The breeze of light that swirls
between the lands of us.
The eyes that meet
and finally do say:
I see you there.
And I know you.
Darling friend,
I know you so well.

The breeze of light that swirls
between the lands of us.
The eyes that meet
and finally do say:
I see you there.
And I know you.
Darling friend,
I know you so well.

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