Said if you were free my love.
We could never be in love.
Looking at the stars above.
Whisper in the breeze my love.
We used to fit like a glove.
We thought that it was truelove.
But now you just let go of.
And sing like a mourning dove.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
Said if you were free my love.
We could never be in love.
Looking at the stars above.
Whisper in the breeze my love.
We used to fit like a glove.
We thought that it was truelove.
But now you just let go of.
And sing like a mourning dove.
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