Looking at the cloudless sky, filled with stars
I feel so like I'm flying and strange sometimes,
We live in different times,
Different worlds,
Yet you and I meet,
Alone in our secret place
A mystical, magical, peaceful place,
Where, flowers smell so sweet,
Where we dance and, dance, all night long,
Until the misty morning daylight,
Looking at the cloudless sky, filled with stars,
I hear the roar! of a sports car,
Only a dream.
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