Forever Young
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Bill Cantrell
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Come take my hand
Walk with me in the land of dreams
Returning to the days of our youth
When our flesh glistened with vigor
Our eyes will shine here,
In this place of escape
Where first kisses start all over again,
Fresh and exciting
Yes, take my hand,
The clock is easily bribed,
For, believe it or not,
Time is a romantic at heart
Yet at the dawn he must close the curtains
Now we must release our hands,
As we await our next dream
Bu şiiri puanla
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