The Sun could never replace
The warmth you've left on my lips.
Although the night comes,
I need nothing else.
My lips patiently wait
In hoping that there is a tomorrow.
So the Sun can see once more,
The warmth you've left on my lips
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
The Sun could never replace
The warmth you've left on my lips.
Although the night comes,
I need nothing else.
My lips patiently wait
In hoping that there is a tomorrow.
So the Sun can see once more,
The warmth you've left on my lips
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