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| Dreams of our movement
Slowly together Rythm only we can hear Sounds no one understands But the loves ears have it On their tongues Nothing moves a lovers soul Like the sounds they hear When they are together When they are one In sweet romance these Songs come to them The clock stricks And the sounds are gone The dream is gone But the love is still there In the hearts of the two Who were together that night As the nights pass the love Grows stronger With each passing movement they Yern to hold the other To the point of there is only The other person Nothing exsists But you Home Next Last Pick |
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