When I met you that day, You told me not see you, So I passed my way, but will you dare to be... soon. Behind that screen of sun light, I swear I felt you alive, I held my breath 'til you pull back. Sing for me that strange softness. Dance in me, words dropped out of my lips with no sense. Delete my thoughts, count down my fears as the wind blows the hour on the fields. The moment I saw you, I made you still. I try not to believe in you, Dear 'cause you're not real. Behind that flare of your kind, is there a place I can find to lay down my hopes before I die... Sing for me that strange softness. Dance in me, words dropped out of my lips with no sense. Delete my thoughts, count down my fears as the wind blows the hour on the fields...
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