Sebastian Jagr - The Last Touch

She's walking away

'neath a winter sky,

now many a day

in darkness I'll lie.



Yet it is my duty

to live through the pain

and nigh to her beauty

I shall rise again.



In pure joy and light

then we'll spend our time,

I'll be her knight,

she princess of mine.



Thus I've got no fear

though I'll miss her much,

tear after tear,

love of the last touch.

Sebastian Jagr

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