| I’ve often thought about the nature of our meeting
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| A handshake for a greeting, a look of tenderness in your eyes
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| Your hand, it felt warm I held it tight in both of mine
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| The way I’d cling to a cup of steaming tea in winter
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| It’s not that I was cold, although the autumn breeze
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| Blew cooler at the shore
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| It’s that when we touched I saw a glimpse of my future
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| And I hoped in holding on I’d see a little more
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| Now I still thirst for that vision
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| I still hunger for that touch
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| I hardly know what to do with myself
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| I want you so much
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| But my heart will burst before I die of hunger or thirst
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| For the love I feel but try and contain
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| If you only knew then I could let it grow freely for you
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| You’d see how much has been asked of my self-restraint
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| If I could soar like a bird on these feathered wings of desire
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| Yeah, I love you, could you ever love me too?
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| You don’t know how good to you I’d be
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| I’d make you feel like the wildest of your dreams were real
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| I’d show you every day how much you mean to me
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| I could soar like a bird on these feathered wings of desire |