Even After all these Years
And all these seasons
The memory of your smile
Is a warm embrace.
Nought there's a night
Neither a day
That I don't remember you
And become your prey.
I pray and pray
For the day
When I shall see you again
And this song to play
But the time has come
For this thought to slay
To hug this pillow
And to sleep I sway.
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