| Sweet is the kiss on the lips of the lover. |
| Warm as the breath of the wind in
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| the summer
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| Bitter is the taste of good-bye on the 'morrow. |
| So must it be, both of joy and
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| of sorrow
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| Yes, I can feel it like the wind in the summer. |
| Yes, I can feel it every time I
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| am with her
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| Yes, I can feel it like good byes on the 'morrow. |
| Yes, I can feel it both of
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| joy and of sorrow
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| Gentle is the touch of the hand of the lover. |
| Soft as the voice of the heart
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| speaking to her
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| Heavy is the time to endure without her. |
| So must it be, both together and
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| asunder
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| Yes, I can feel it, my heart speaking to her. |
| Yes, I can feel it every time I
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| am near her
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| Yes, I can feel it like the weight of forever. |
| Yes, I can feel it both together
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| and asunder |