There are days when outside your window,
I see my reflection as I slowly pass.
And I long for this mirrorred perspective,
When we'll be lovers, lovers at last.
14 September 2009
When we'll be lovers, lovers at last.
There are days when outside your window,
I see my reflection as I slowly pass.
And I long for this mirrorred perspective,
When we'll be lovers, lovers at last.
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