My love sits lightly on
the midnight breeze,
Laughing at my lonely love.
She speaks to me in a downpour
And whispers through the leaves.

My love sings sweetly to me
in the midnight breeze.
She surprises me in my sleep.
I awaken hotly,
Longing to feel her cool, soft
hand touch my cheek.

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