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Jun 2013
You lead me to this rite
Reading your soul, a song that I should write.
Running time, light your bright.
Through the beauty in your eye,
my flesh in your bite just by wisdom of your right,
knowing that you make me feel just high as the sky,
hoping I may be your knight.
colddistance
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colddistance  Brazil
(Brazil)   
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   Prabhu Iyer and WΓΆrziech
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