April
May 2010
It's perfect, and touches me deep First thing in the morning, when I hear you speak And last thing at night as you bid me sweet dreams The brush of your lips lets me know what you mean And all of the
It's perfect, and touches me deep First thing in the morning, when I hear you speak And last thing at night as you bid me sweet dreams The brush of your lips lets me know what you mean And all of the
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