Enter The Poet - Once And Never
The air was cool, and the night was so young,
Dreams were created, and the songs were song.
We moved around the room, I held you in my arms,
I was lost in your presence, and in your charms.
Dreams were created, and the songs were song.
We moved around the room, I held you in my arms,
I was lost in your presence, and in your charms.
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