Since I got closer to you, my mind keeps thinking of you;
Every message you send to me, gives me a sweet memory;
Wish you are my love, then my heart can fly like a dove;
Your eyes always seem to glow, as beautiful as the whitest snow;
Though seeing you is what I told, it is your hand I want to hold.
Every message you send to me, gives me a sweet memory;
Wish you are my love, then my heart can fly like a dove;
Your eyes always seem to glow, as beautiful as the whitest snow;
Though seeing you is what I told, it is your hand I want to hold.
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