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Sunday Night
You looked at me, with hope, I could see
The excitement in your wide eyes blazed.
Your anticipation was growing inside
And on your glowing radiance I gazed.
The guitars built, the drum tempo pounding.
In unison our song was sung out loud.
The crescendo arrived and we were completely
Serenaded by the choir of the crowd.
Occasions like that stay with us forever.
Never, forget the moment our Doves soared
So high in our perfect crystallised moment
Of love as we danced and sang out our hearts.
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