Not The End
this love
hasn’t been danced yet
but in dreams
our hands touched
on the slippery roof of the world
now I can smell the scent of juniper
I can smell the scent of longing
we’re in a black and white movie
and let it be
we’ll always have this Paris
won’t we?
hasn’t been danced yet
but in dreams
our hands touched
on the slippery roof of the world
now I can smell the scent of juniper
I can smell the scent of longing
we’re in a black and white movie
and let it be
we’ll always have this Paris
won’t we?
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