When years are passing by
When years are passing by like days,
and in my hand your hand is placed,
A knowing smile crosses your face,
A simple touch can still make my heart race.
When I can see my soul in your eyes,
And you see your soul in mine, we realize
That a love so deep can harbor no lies,
Where our only tears shed were happy tears we've cried.
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