Imagine if you meet the man that you crazy about (what a lovely it is ) . . .
I saw a man in my dreams
How handsome he was, surrounded by love
Dancing as the wind flows
Smiling like a prince
If i can touch him with all desire in me
I will make him as my beloved one
The life seems a matter of time
When flowers are beginning to fade
I . . . am afraid to love
By the pure of my heart, i declare
By the power of love, i surrender
Here i am on the edge of fear
My last piece of love
Wrong me not
To the mountains of love, i went
And leave nothing, except truth in me
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