Her smile is the bright sun
It enchants me day by day
Never leaving her face
Never ever to be replaced
His smile is the beautiful moon
Bringing down its silver light,
Always lighting up the night,
Protecting those who need it
Who they are, I'll never know
For I saw them on the streets
But they made my day
In a special way
And that's all that really counts
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
Her smile is the bright sun
It enchants me day by day
Never leaving her face
Never ever to be replaced
His smile is the beautiful moon
Bringing down its silver light,
Always lighting up the night,
Protecting those who need it
Who they are, I'll never know
For I saw them on the streets
But they made my day
In a special way
And that's all that really counts
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