An evening, Kenny G, dinner and wine;
Let your eyes say, you are mine.
Away from the rat race, cold weather, chilly wind;
Wind on my face, clear mind.
Come close to me, let our breathes rhyme;
Let silences say, you are mine.
Lets sit over coffee and discuss the world.
Between wisdon and senility, there is a line;
Lets erase it!
Let your insanity say, you are mine.
The Happy Prince...
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