As, the wind flowed through us.
Our eyes met shortly and begged for the chance,
Our eyes met shortly and begged for the chance,
The struggle to throw out all of our uncertainties
Began its passage through the ceremony
Your hands stroked the stray strands,
Away from my forehead, they slowly land.
Aromas of, colognes and faintly, the sea
drift and whirl around me…
drift and whirl around me…
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