The voice of my love...
flutes in with his move...
I hear him nearing...
when I look away from his wearing....
I take the chance to let him hold me ...
I dont make a minute move to thee...
flutes in with his move...
I hear him nearing...
when I look away from his wearing....
I take the chance to let him hold me ...
I dont make a minute move to thee...
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