I keep walking away the way
which blows the wind
no one can help me now
but someday i know
we'll meet we each other the
lady of my morning
you're like a wine a kind
i had not drank before we just spoke for while
but i'm crawling inside your heart
since i saw you at the first time
my heart is all yours 'cos you,
you are the only thing make on this way
and i want you lady on my arms
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