By Original Work
Glide %s the night away,
We swaying slow garden terrace,
With whispered vow in our hearts,
And as the night grows old.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And gentle shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So swaying slow and dance, friends,
With whispered vow filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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