Pontiak - Across the Steppe

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Sit across my wooden table
And reach across and take my hand.
I guarantee you’ll feel the warm as if
It were your own breath leaving with
No hello, no goodbye
Breathe into my outstretched hand
And leave into it all the life you can.
I guarantee you’ll feel the warm as if
It were your own breath leaving with
The lungs that you used to speak to me
When i am unable to reach
Out of my place.