I love the colours,
That we are made of.
The beds of light,
That peek out between.
I love the space
Where your arms feel reaching.
For my heart that glitters,
Is flying.
I love the way your mine.
Because all the bad things,
I will sin.
And taking me
Backseat so easy.
Oh my dear
You are so
Damn pleasing.
Promise that you'll take me back forever.
I'll promise you,
The same,
Twice over.
La la la la
La la
La la.
Your love is my Millenium.
Your love is my Millenium.
Etc..
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