Looking at the cloudless sky, filled with stars
I feel so like I'm flying and strange sometimes,

We live in different times,
Different worlds,

Yet you and I meet,
Alone in our secret place
A mystical, magical, peaceful place,
Where, flowers smell so sweet,

Where we dance and, dance, all night long,
Until the misty morning daylight,

Looking at the cloudless sky, filled with stars,
I hear the roar! of a sports car,

Only a dream.


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