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With the wind my spirit is gone
been lusting this feeling for way too long,
your touch so soft and so smooth
I look into your eyes in search of the real you,
You give me hope, joy, and understanding,
Windows of your soul open as I land in
The breath of life so pure and so true
With you I'm me, done singing the blues
Feel me, touch me, hold me, I'm a fiend for your embrace
Your kisses so soft and tender
We move slow, with love there is no race
For haste will lead to our fall
I can't stand to go through a withdrawal
Give me you, all of you as I search for me,
As I stare firm at this mirror , and watch your soul enter me
Life is what I have when with you,
I'm living, breathing, getting lost in you
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