I listen to her foot steps which I shall not hear,
For that etherial gaze, so soothing,
I yearn for that gentle touch, which consoles my aching heart,
The sweet sound of music, coming from her blessed soul,
I want her always near me,
Like an angel, endearing and thoughtful.
All in vain, ‘cause she is yet to be born!
I yearn for that gentle touch, which consoles my aching heart,
The sweet sound of music, coming from her blessed soul,
I want her always near me,
Like an angel, endearing and thoughtful.
All in vain, ‘cause she is yet to be born!
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