There's something in the air tonight, my love.
A feeling of a wondrous type of love.
If you would only take my lonely hand.
And press your lips to mine one time again.
A full bright moon beneath the willow trees.
A warm embrace between just you and me.
Parcheesi
I know why they call it ‘Soul’ now Because I found mine within. The fact that the release will kill you, Keeps those who might get there, Fr...
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