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It could be tomorrow
or maybe not,
but your name will be written
in the whisper of the wind.
I fill my lungs
to catch you in me,
deep in my being,
and you will come to visit me in words.
I know you are mine,
always with you and I come back,
I need to believe
that somehow I have you.