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Below the diamond sky, Where we hold hands together. Can you blame me, For the bad weather. Below the diamond sky, Where we hold hands together. Can you blame me, ...
Your flowy hair in the breezy air, Is what makes you better. Brown eyes sparkling in the sun, ... Your flowy hair in the breezy air, Is what makes you better. Brown eyes sp...
Your faith in me was no pure, But what I had was all yours. Your faith in me was no pure, But what I had was all yours.