Wen dowego afoot tomann
Abode stomen forest cooryin
His bow to grasp for thapas focann
Budnod his color to braainyn.
Wedenod go too faren studid
Tillindigan came wid mortar
Boinkin todew at the corner fugid
Komparidin woo his sidmodar.
But in that it was tomanee solak
Adee toof her kame not widher
And starmin down the lane wid fojak
He bedtrahim to the comin sidher.
Alas, no morin to fogiffen vocit
He studwid hankin headin bowed
Antern to strollen afar in combosit
She tuderist manshe luvon vowed.
When I gaze into your beautiful eyes. I get lost like a sailor at sea. And the only thing that saves me. Is the love I have for you. And the love you have for me. When I see your beautiful smile. I go to a place that's unknown. And its that same beautiful smile. That helps me find my way home. When I feel the touch of your hand. It takes me to a faren land. I go to a place that I've never been. It's your love that takes so far out. And it's your love that brings me back in. All it takes is one little touch. I guess that is why. I love you so much. You make me go places I've never been before. And all I know now. Is I love you more and more. I want you to know. That my love for you is true. And even though I get lost every single day. I always find my way back to you.
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