Sweet Trip - To All The Dancers Of The World, A Round Form Of Fantasy | Текст песни

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• To All The Dancers Of The World, A Round Form Of Fantasy

you are ray of light

in the night sky and

you don't mind

when the light

shines on your face

maybe I wouldn't mind

to be graced by your gentle smile

took the eyes


that kissed you softly there

promenade

hold my hand

wait for I'll get my photograph

off our lives in the snowy air

you're on your own

you're on your own

you're on your own

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