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Under the Moonlight
The cold breeze touches my skin
The soft breathe that touches my lips
Both faces close as we lean
As the eyes gives a hint of our sins
The dark surroudings
The owls howling
The frogs croaking
And our body...
The soft breathe that touches my lips
Both faces close as we lean
As the eyes gives a hint of our sins
The dark surroudings
The owls howling
The frogs croaking
And our body...
