The yellow pages hold no hope,
of seeing who I am,
I'm like a pool, crystal clear
I'm slipping through your hand.
I'm whispering into your ear,
my gifts like rain descend,
but your features veiled by a frown
my love you condescend.
Foolishly your thoughts elope,
they cannot leap the Rhine,
looking out across the water,
your eyes out on the line...
follow me child, follow me into this strange design,
let my wings enfold your heart, your happiness is mine.
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