Dan Jira - 12/5/2016
And yet, here we are,
E'er so close, but no cigar.
Not near, not too far.
E'er so close, but no cigar.
Not near, not too far.
How you look at him,
Is how I look at you too;
If only you'd see.
Is how I look at you too;
If only you'd see.
A man, gentle yet
So shrouded in mystery,
Stole her thoughts, and heart.
So shrouded in mystery,
Stole her thoughts, and heart.
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