in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night
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the way that young lovers do
We strolled through fields all wet with rain and back along the lane again
There in the sunshine in the sweet summertime
The way that young lovers do
I kissed you on the lips once more
And we sa... Posted by on Wed, 15 Sep 2004 15:32:00 GMT
