My Mind |
I cannot help but sit and think.
Of us
Of distance
Of eternal love
I cannot help but sit and think.
Of winter
Spring
And summer's heart.
I cannot help but sit and think.
Of you
Of us
Of warmth
Of lust
Of bliss
And of eternal love.
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