...YOUR CHARM IS MY WORLD...
The days of sweating we did never miss
The quarrels were all pleasure and sweet were the days
My memory is dancing still with the flavors of your kiss
We were always first to hail the morning rays...
Blessed are those who feel together
Nearness is there where hearts throb
The beloved is always the queen and the lover a pauper
Your charm is my world dear, you are my globe.
Let us listen to our own stories now
Let us light the lamp
Let us hold our hands and let us take a vow
Let us sing the chorus together and let us erect the camp.
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