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The touch of love
I will always think
Of you
In my tears your
French grace rests
And in my heart
Your gentleness
The sea
What is the sea
A vastness in which
I am lost
So, I think
There is no
place left to die
But together with you
In the touch of love
Of you
In my tears your
French grace rests
And in my heart
Your gentleness
The sea
What is the sea
A vastness in which
I am lost
So, I think
There is no
place left to die
But together with you
In the touch of love
Published 22nd Aug 2013
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