I hear your name across the breeze;
I feel your soul whisper to me, please.
In every minute of every day;
I send a prayer of love your way.
My voice is soft, the words are weak;
Listen for a minute, hear my heart speak.
Destiny tells me we are written in the stars,
Love can only flourish where you and I are.
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