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It was a sweet summer breeze brushing on a delicate flower sight It was the moon coming to its highest point, illuminating darkened skies It was the rain pouring down on deserts dry It was a bird elevating on his first flight It was the sun rising on a winter night There is nothing like which will ignite What in me came about tonight It was Magic, That kiss. Magic which only shows when it is love outright He, My White Knight.
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Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 9:08 AM UTC
As If For The First Time.
It was a sweet summer breeze brushing on a delicate flower sight It was the moon coming to its highest point, illuminating darkened skies It was the rain pouring down on deserts dry It was a bird elevating on his first flight It was the sun rising on a winter night There is nothing like which will ignite What in me came about tonight It was Magic, That kiss. Magic which only shows when it is love outright He, My White Knight.
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zambra-gutierrez
Venezuelan
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 9:08 AM UTC
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