Sometimes the wind
must rustle through your hair
and be carried across the prairies
to drift under my nose
it is such a welcomed gift
and you seem almost as near
as when I could feel the warmth
of your smile against my cheek
still you paralyze me
though so many miles away
I'm assured of this love
when the memory of a scent
brings me to my knees
and makes my heart so wobbly
moved by you
oh darlin'
oh darlin'
I'm waitin for you
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