Falling whirling tumbling twirling
Out of this castle in the sky
Lay siege to my heart, plunder its riches
And let the waves go by
I yell though we’re on the telephone
The fight I thought we laid to rest
It seems you’re a trio, you change so much
Always put my belief to the test
You hold the card to my heart, the key to my door
The fruit of my laborious love
And some day I wish our love was young
When it seemed like something from above












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nice work i like this, short and sweet, glad to see you have asked to join, your submission is much better than mine
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