*hint She may be the face I can't forget, A trace of pleasure or regret, May be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things, Within a measure of a day.
checked again. can't seem to contact you... where are you?
sincerely,
She may be the face I can't forget, A trace of pleasure or regret, May be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things, Within a measure of a day.
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*hint
She may be the face I can't forget,
A trace of pleasure or regret,
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.
She may be the song that summer sings,
May be the chill that autumn brings,
May be a hundred different things,
Within a measure of a day.
checked again. can't seem to contact you... where are you?
ReplyDeletesincerely,
She may be the face I can't forget,
A trace of pleasure or regret,
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay.
She may be the song that summer sings,
May be the chill that autumn brings,
May be a hundred different things,
Within a measure of a day.