An evening wind is blowing,
Softly pushing at the leaves.
Above, a lone plane flies on through the night.
I picture you seated by a window.
The fragrance of your perfume envelopes me,
And I wish that you were home with me tonight.
Wish that I could hold you again,
As I hear the sound of the plane fade away.
Wish that with me you’d end your flight.

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