Beautiful once's we use to stand,
Beautiful smiles of love,
We use to sing to the wind,
That carries our faith in love.
Dance of love,
We use to dance till our feet,
Moves no more,
Till we holds our hands in love.
Many languages of love,
We breathe and speaks,
Speaks to ourselves,
Till we got drown deep in love.
Wish to breathe is the air of you love,
We were like a band to play,
Music to keeps on playing,
Dress to keeps on stirring.
Stirring through out the night,
Seeing your beautiful face,
Glowing and blowing my breath away,
Never to miss a part of you.
Now wishes in the night with you,
Is just an ashes thrown within the skies
Broken pieces of my heart,
To never think of you anymore.
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