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The Fairytale Of Us
In a sky of stars and moon’s soft glow,
Birds flew high, where dreams can grow.
Guided by fate through the night so clear,
A bond was forming, drawing us near.
Under the moon, in the rain’s gentle...
Birds flew high, where dreams can grow.
Guided by fate through the night so clear,
A bond was forming, drawing us near.
Under the moon, in the rain’s gentle...
