The Dance
can we dance when the sun sets
and the moon goes down
many times I've dreamt of this dance
and wished it would come true
the doves can carry us away
to the edge of the earth
there we can fall in love again
where the bells toll a great tell
but the telling is of grave days
that keep me locked inside my head
there is nothing for me to see
i know you are not thinking of me
so the days and nights are the same
and u will always be here in my mind
where i can at least dance with you
in a vision of yesteryears gone by
and you still kiss me on the lips
but its just some lost memories
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