You are a fresh breeze
A warm air the raises me
You are that warmth upon my face
You are are that sweet smell
That lingers in my memory
Your love has me under a spell.
You are a fresh breeze
A warm air the raises me
You are that warmth upon my face
You are are that sweet smell
That lingers in my memory
Your love has me under a spell.
fauxcroft 
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