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Snowflakes in our hair,
Teardrops in our eyes;
My hands on her waist,
her lips on mine

We smile, we talk
holding hands later;
the moon shows up,
in this dreamy theater

holding hands we walk,
not bothering staring people;
this is all I want,
this is all I want..
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