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| How would I like to meet you again. To see your face lit by hundreds of candles. True beauty come from within... Won't you show me who's the real you, hiding from this cold world. In my dreams I see us meet and talk the night away. Share my deepest fears and joy, telling secrets from deep inside my head. Looking in your eyes at the reflection of the flames. Never wanting to awake and leave this paradise. Don't want to stop drowning in your eyes as the words float from my heart. JooN 10-02-'05 23:54u |
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