She is a secret crush,
wrapped in beauty so pure;
wrapped in beauty so pure;
Nostalgia of love is lush
trapped in a dream secure;
trapped in a dream secure;
In the fading dusk light,
rises a memory of yore;
rises a memory of yore;
Like the flight of angels at night,
it disperses in the mind galore.
it disperses in the mind galore.
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