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I'm holding your heart in my hand, you've been blown away by the wind but i still hear your gentle whispers from time to time.

I can't stand the pain, never being able to see again.

I want to feel your hand in mine as you caress my cheek with your tender lips.

I toss and turn at night, i just don't feel right without you next to me.

My heart's beginning to die as i let out a restless sigh.

I turn my back to the wind and say a silent prayer, i'll meet you up there.