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04-11-2009, 10:33 PM
My love is the gentle breeze touching your skin,
The gentle singing of leaves in the wind,
The whisper that calls after, you in the night,
and kisses your ear in the ear moonlight.
And you don't need to wonder,
Your doin' alright
Theres nothing left to do tonight,
but go crazy on you..
(Crazy on You-Heart)
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