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Sparks
When I think of the beach,
You're name comes to my mind.
When I think of a long ride,
I see you're smile.
And when we walk,your hands held mine.
I'll kiss you awake,if you were mine to keep.
Whish we could go back to those good old days you know,
For there were little Sparks with every touch and turn.
You were like,the vast blue sky.
And I was like,a bird passing by.
Cuz you are my air, when I fly,
And I can feel you,like you're alive.
Whish we could go back to those good old days you know,
For there were little Sparks with every touch and turn.
© Duba
You're name comes to my mind.
When I think of a long ride,
I see you're smile.
And when we walk,your hands held mine.
I'll kiss you awake,if you were mine to keep.
Whish we could go back to those good old days you know,
For there were little Sparks with every touch and turn.
You were like,the vast blue sky.
And I was like,a bird passing by.
Cuz you are my air, when I fly,
And I can feel you,like you're alive.
Whish we could go back to those good old days you know,
For there were little Sparks with every touch and turn.
© Duba
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