mon amour
mon amour,mon amour Like the wind that flies away Like the bee that stings Like the fire that burns without control Pls fly away, far into my heart Please sting me deeper with your passion Pls burn me and remain nothing left For all I see is flowers and beauty If this is madnsess,then I am .... If this is folishness,then I must be the only wise person If this is blindness,hmmm!
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