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I count the pearly strands of tears
One by one, until I lose sight of myself
Wondering in the chasm between dream and reality
I see you beautiful and strong
You wrap yourself around me
To protect me from the world
You envelop me softly, warmly
In the folds of your fragility
My fingers barely dare to touch your skin
As I whisper those familiar words in your ear
You listen to the sound of my breath
As it tickles you with its gentle heat
And you feel moved no matter what I say
Because you know from the warmth
Of that touch, of that sound, how I feel
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