You put aside a magic flute,
But sounds remain and mean
That, just the way I think of you,
You always think of me.
The tide withdraws, the moon invades,
And memories burn bright.
I see your shadow in the shade,
You shy away from lights.
Though you and I will never meet,
Though day and night don't suit,
But, just the way you think of me,
I always think of you.
Fantasy love song
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2009
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