The white clouds hangs round the summit
I accuse the sun and the wind as the culprit
I see tall trees crown the green hills
All things are quiet and peaceful as if the earth stood still
In times like this I remember your face
Your pretty smile as a God-sent grace
Your love, everlasting kindness
As my guide when I lost my ways
As the raindrops start
I know now I'm apart
Far away from your touch
Teardrops fall as I miss you much
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I wrote this one when I was on my way to Jogya for Christmas. Man, it's good to fall in love :D
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