When you shall see flowers that lie on the plain Lying there, sighing for one touch of rain Then you may borrow some glimpse of my sorrow And you'll understand How I long for the touch of your hand I've loved you so, you'll never know How through those far-ways And strange star-ways On sea or on land I will long for the touch of your hand
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