Valentine as sure as pigs
might fly and I might try to smile again,
Draw you closer inside the spell of roses,
I won't speak until the end.
Might or may a Milky Way and everything fits in between us...
We must be doing it by
I drip down the insight of your shell.
Mel Torme' and Doris Day and everything that's in between us...
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