Tell me the sun shines again
How would I know, I am entombed
Until the call of wayward love
Resonates to make my soul dance
So until then, let me rest
Deny me of all that waits
And paint dreams in my lonely mind
Your, your face, kisses fresh as lemon rind.
How would I know, I am entombed
Until the call of wayward love
Resonates to make my soul dance
So until then, let me rest
Deny me of all that waits
And paint dreams in my lonely mind
Your, your face, kisses fresh as lemon rind.
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