As the leaves blow on
As the leaves blow on by,
I sit here and wait.
I wait for your loving embrace.
The wind whispers in my ears,
Yet I send a butterfly in response.
We have been set free.
The mountains have moved,
And the doves have cooed.
It is time to return to the holy land.
I walk with my heart in hand.
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