Sitting in Dying Sunlight
The Flames of the Campfire
Are Flickering
Much like our Desires
I want to reach out
And Touch You
But like Always
I keep it All In
Your Smile
And the Look in Eyes
Will have to do for Now
The Flames of the Campfire
Are Flickering
Much like our Desires
I want to reach out
And Touch You
But like Always
I keep it All In
Your Smile
And the Look in Eyes
Will have to do for Now
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