I need to take her hand again,
And ask her how she’s been;
I need to gaze upon her face,
And recall the beauty there.
I need to ask her did she think of me.
I need to hold her by her face,
And feel her warm, soft skin;
I need to touch her lips again,
And kiss the tenderness there.
I need to ask her did she dream of me.
Everything changes in the blink of an eye,
We’re given no time to say goodbye;
We grieve and cry, as time
Passes on, passes on, passes on.
I need to take her in my arms,
And press my heart to hers;
I need to hold her eyes with mine,
And see the soul within;
I need to ask her did she miss me.
I need to trace along her spine,
And feel her quivering shiver;
I need to lie…
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