Just a touch left of Venus,
whilst my fingers trace the moon,
and my breath shows as vapor,
while I sits all alone,
I remember your smile that wrapped me,
in a warmth all its own,
but now I look left of Venus,
while I sits all alone
Just a touch left of Venus,
whilst my fingers trace the moon,
and my breath shows as vapor,
while I sits all alone,
I remember your smile that wrapped me,
in a warmth all its own,
but now I look left of Venus,
while I sits all alone
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Beautiful!
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