My soul, your memory, a tide that swells too high,
Oh, my soul, your memory, a flood that drowns my eye.
Before you came, and after you depart,
Before you came, a wound within my heart.
My soul, your memory, a tide that swells too high,
Oh, my soul, your memory, a flood that drowns my eye.
Before you came, and after you depart,
Before you came, a wound within my heart.
Each rustle, each whisper, a phantom of your grace,
How to tell the depths your memories embrace.
I comfort love, with words I softly weave,
The thought of parting, my heart cannot believe.
My soul, your memory, a tide that swells too high,
Oh, my soul, your memory, a flood that drowns my eye.
Before you came, and after you depart,
Before you came, a wound within my heart.
The long night wakes, I toss and turn in pain,
My every thought, your presence does sustain.
Upon the wind, my heart's lament I send,
In restless longing, waiting without end.
My soul, your memory, a tide that swells too high,
My soul, your memory, a flood that drowns my eye.
Before you came, and after you depart,
Before you came, a wound within my heart.
My soul, your memory, a tide that swells too high,
My soul, your memory, a flood that drowns my eye.
Before you came, and after you depart,
Before you came, a wound within my heart.
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