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And all the roads we have to walk are winding,
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding.
There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how.
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding.
There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how.
Annons