On cherub's wings, we fly the night, uninhibited..with lustful fright. We soar to heights, too great to see, on the horizon, just you and me.. We stop to ask, the curs-ed moon. why he should cry a sorry tune. Turn up the lights of greater sun and we shall shine.. we shall be one. And you shall feel... as you shall see, the beauty of my love for thee..Birth sign: Aries
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