I See Your Face Before Me
A mountain view.The rising sun.
The moon in all her glory.
Each little thing, without a sound,
in my eyes holds a story.
The green of spring.
The beach at night.
The autumn leaves that fall.
A frosty breath of winter air,
I know I've told them all.
A constant change of beauty,
in all the things I see.
The story though, it starts the same,
I see your face before me.
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