Gentle touches like wind upon my skin, The ghosts of past lives communicate again, They brush and caress and try to send me signs, They whisper at night and haunt within my mind, I’ve been touched to many times to count, People think I’m crazy and most have their doubts, But when the night rolls in and I’m alone again, It starts all over with gentle touching, touching upon my skin,
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