There’s mystery in your history
Too much attraction to resist reaction
Gracious but dangerously flirtatious
Your scent is my torment
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We talk, then in a laugh you mock
Something I said, my face turns brick red
The dawn’s light is the ending night
Much sharing, it’s about caring
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The stars dance, I saw them in my trance
They were glimmering or maybe shimmering
As my mind raced, and you chased
You easily caught me, viewing me in 3-D
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Deep in this dream, floating downstream
A radiant smile, measured by a sundial
Will this feeling last, before joining the past
When I close my eyes, I look into your eyes
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