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As soft moonlight on evening trees,
Thy whispered breath, the gentle breeze,
Thy hands which bring the greatest pleas:
Thy touch upon my skin.
Soft caress slips my voice away
and takes me on Thy dream-like way,
with words my lips will never say:
Thy touch upon my mind.
A tender wisp of fantasy,
to thrill the very soul in me,
A single taste of ecstasy:
Thy touch upon my face.
A deep, true sword to carve and pierce,
a love so passionate and fierce,
My vision blurs, my spirit clears:
Thy touch upon my heart.
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