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Looking for tenderness in all things,
In music and poetry and dreams;
Seeking it in the eyes of everyone we meet,
In shadows and in the morning light,
Or the sun as it sets in evening mellow;
In thoughts that mingle between lovers
Or the wonder we find in starlit nights.
Let us see deep into the heart of everything,
Clouds coming and going under midday sun,
Facing the wind when all seems lost,
But never forgetting those precious moments
When all things fall into place at last,
And tenderness is all that we feel.