Wherever I go, I see your face in
the vast crowds,
In the face of strangers, on the
walls, on the pages,
While I try my best to keep you away
day and night
Keep your thoughts that come like
chorus in a song.
You come back in the rain and in the
bright sunshine,
In the ochre light of early dawn or the
purple sunset,
Your voice that trails across the
miles to bring a smile,
While you remain a memory that I try
hard to erase.
It brings back a much forgotten era
of bright sunshine,
When we were both young under the same supermoon,
When our voices that commingled
could bring friends,
From far and wide just to listen to
the merriment seen.
But now, this heart wants to build a
strong fortress,
To keep you from making me a
slave of your love.
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