Sing me a song my love,rnwith the secret melody of the dove,rnLet him fly up above,rnTo gift us the sweetly scented clove,rn
Singing with you my love,
I was Philocalist searching for perfection,
Found you once day, it was such a great satisfaction
Started thinking about you throughout the day and the night,
Every moment was a bliss, never regretted my action.
Don't ask the reality
of the moon, Sir
what seems to be the moon
have a cool of stay
know actually did
It's the moon meltdown
Actually separated
from this moon
just us once again
fell in love with the
dark
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