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Music: Opening Doors. |
You're like music playing in
my head Everywhere I go from day to day. I try a door and think of you instead, Not knowing where I am or what I'll say. I live in a perpetual embrace, Hugging the sweet thought that you are mine. Walking through a park I touch your face, Not caring if there's rain or bright sunshine. The cause must be, of course, our love is new; It can't go on like this for years and years. I must take note of other things than you And clear my head of smiles and grateful tears. Yet such talk seems fantasy to me: The world's the dream, and you reality. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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