We laugh, we dance, we steal each other’s hearts.
And then we fall like shooting stars and autumn leaves, making music, tasting wine, staying up later than the streetlights.
We laugh, we dance, we steal each other’s hearts.
And then we fall like shooting stars and autumn leaves, making music, tasting wine, staying up later than the streetlights.
No cooling towers?
No, there’s no apocalyptic scenery ahead, only the moments.
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