As the leaves turn away gentle breeze blows on
The heart aches again wanting it once more
How long has it been asked the clay to its soul
As the eyes trembled again hiding its pain all along
When can I ever see you again
When can I quench my soul
As far as the flute plays it\'s praise
Can it return you to me once more
As the leaves turn away gentle breeze blows on
The heart aches again wanting once more
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