| The warm summer breeze was like the gentle touch,
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| That carried her dreams across the sky,
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| And the soft summer rainfall kissed the stony earth
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| And she woke for the longing of a gentle touch.
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| Softly she speaks, calling on the air,
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| Words on the wind, thoughts from the heart.
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| Her voice was a whisper, a soft and sweet caress,
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| and the warmth of her smile, like a gentle touch.
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| The warm summer breeze was like a gentle touch,
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| That carried her dreams across the sky,
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| And the soft summer rainfall kissed the stony earth
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| And the old leaves were falling like a gentle touch. |