I'll wear you around my neck, let you fall into the crevice of my breast and there you'll swing softly with my breath. I cannot see you now my friend, the earth she spreads her limbs-but when I face my eyelids your face is there again. History repeats itself, this I hope is true, perhaps someday we'll meet again my love, just me and you. I've learned in order to get close you must leave and stand afar, I'll wait for you in admiration wherever we go, wherever we are.