(The Corrs)
Black is the colour of my true loves hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
I wish that day would soon come
When he and I can be as one
1 comment:
Oi! Cheguei aqui nem sei como... rsrs
Mas vi muiiiito bichanos e adorei! Voltarei sempre! Bjos, Desirée
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