OH MY SWEET CAROL
LETS MOVE OVER THERE
WHERE...
TIDES OF OCEAN
BEFORE TOUCHING OUR FEET
NEVER ASKS OUR CASTE
PERSUASIVE BREEZE
BEFORE KISSING OUR FOREHEAD
NEVER LOOKS OUR COLOR
LETS MOVES OVER THERE
WHERE...
TREMBLE OF HEARTBEATS
AMPLE WITH ECSTASY
TURN OUR SYMPHONY
STRIKE OF BREATHE
AN ODE OF LIFE
TURN OUR PRAYER
LETS MOVE OVER THERE
WHERE...
PIER OF PLACID LAKE
SPOT FOR DIVINE SOULS
IS OUR TRYST
PATH OF OUR LOVE
LEADS US TO ETERNITY
SCENTED WITH FLOWER
LETS MOVE OVER THERE
OH MY SWEET CAROL
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