![]() ![]() The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove? Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love? Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire The music played and played as we whirled without endĪnd then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin
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