A touch upon my forehead 
a kiss so soft and warm 
a smile that faded in the night
that never meant me harm 
he lives inside a special place 
that's deep inside of me 
sheltered by my feelings 
that no one else will see

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A whisper from Marseilles 
a whisper from a friend 
that drifts along an empty shore 
his love he tries to send

Imagining an ocean 
riding on the waves 
things we used to talk about 
the things we used to crave 
no footsteps left behind him 
or voice that can be heard 
no questions left to ask now 
love was the final word

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All things living, moving, breathing 
all we want to see 
all things living, moving breathing 
all we'll ever be

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