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This was what I felt after a dream I had of love.

The earth turned but I stood still
perharps 'cos it was meant to be
I saw you and loved you at once
Perharps that was my only chance

you were my harvest of love
the ray of the morning sun
you were the aspirine to myache

your breath still lingers
just like the onion we talked about
nobody else is meant to know
that the love we have is forever

you are the water in myrain
the snow in my winter
the songs of my heart

That kiss you threw at me
was oh so lovely
I didnt want to let go
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