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I hear you sing my name in the rustle of the trees

But, it was me all the time

I feel your caress in the gentleness of the breeze

But, it was me all the time

I hear you tapping on my window in the pitter-patter of the rain

But, it was me all the time

I smell you in the fragrance of the rose

But, it was me all the time

I taste you in the nectar of the fruit

But, it was me all the time

You feel the power of my love, as it flows gently through the very veins of your soul

But, it was you all the time

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