For Mary II# Poetry - 海棠诗社
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The door of my dreams lead to your chamber
I don't see colors but the light in your eyes
Feel nothing but the flow of the tips of your hair
I don't have nothing but myself as you can see
That I've loved you since the sun was a virgin
I don't see colors but the light in your eyes
Feel nothing but the flow of the tips of your hair
I don't have nothing but myself as you can see
That I've loved you since the sun was a virgin