Here

Underneath the willow tree as the sun sets in the sky
I often wonder if you’re searching for me as the gentle breeze blows by
My heart is like a beacon burning for you to see
With a soul that is as old as time, I wait for you to come to me
My love I have searched every valley, every place I thought you’d be
But our paths have yet to cross, leaving me lonely
Here under the ink stained sky
Here with stars upon my eyes
Here among the clouds
Here I dream of you
Where on earth could you be?
Because you are not here with me…

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