Desire, it stirs anew,
If only you would come to me.
Desire, it stirs anew,
If only you would come to me.
The very seasons would shift,
If only you would come to me.
Desire, it stirs anew,
If only you would come to me.
When you are absent,
All are but comforters to me,
When you are absent,
All are but comforters to me.
The world itself would ignite with envy,
If only you would come to me.
Sorrow I bear, for a life
Where little has been found,
Sorrow I bear, for a life
Where little has been found.
This grief would leave my heart,
If only you would come to me.
The very seasons would shift,
If only you would come to me.
Desire, it stirs anew,
If only you would come to me.
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