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I wait for the
Touch of your hands
My hand calling out
Rising from the desert sands
Rising from the tree
Which lost all its leaves.
Take me where the world is free
To the garden where leaves don't fall
I wait for the touch of your hands
For how long who knows….
Maybe as long as the tree stands
Maybe for eternity as time flows
I wait for the touch of
Those hands of yours
To take me where shines the Sun
Where only for each other love pours
Beyond all the drudgery
Where it is all fun.
Do I need to wait?
Isn't your hand already there?
Isn't it all about this moment?
Do you ever fail to answer a prayer?
Isn't your hand touching it all
The leaves, the Sun, the tree,
Even when all its leaves fall?
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