Find me, my mind yearns for you
To find me, in this sea of faces.
So I may learn of your touch,
In this bed of laces.
I am at the place you are,
Save for the courage to head in;
The rights are no longer mine,
Can't cave to the flights of fancy.
Find me, my heart yearns for you,
To find me, in the fields of roses.
So I may learn of your taste, I
n the warmth of kisses.
I am at the place we were,
Knowing that we had to move on;
The years have gently stole away,
I guess we were never meant to be
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