A stirring stirs within my breast,
My heart, it starts to lose its rest.
A stranger's touch, unknown, unseen,
More precious than love's very sheen.
A stirring stirs within my breast,
My heart, it starts to lose its rest.
I never thought this season's grace
Would paint such beauty on time's face.
My heart's own rhythm, a whispered tale,
This scene, it makes my spirit sail.
This scene, it makes my spirit sail.
What can I do? My heart starts to wail.
A stirring stirs within my breast,
My heart, it starts to lose its rest.
A breeze now carries me away,
To lands where dreams in freedom play,
Beyond the clouds, a world anew,
Where skies of blue forever accrue.
These misty valleys, a sweet decree,
These misty valleys, embracing me.
To touch the earth, and kiss the blue,
This boundless sky, in endless view.
A stirring stirs within my breast,
My heart, it starts to lose its rest.
A stirring stirs within my breast,
My heart, it starts to lose its rest.
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