I m losing my mind

Every day
I want to be with you
Always
Ready to do anything for you
'll Get the moon or a star
What you will ...

I'm losing my mind
When I hold your hand
And you know
That does not give anyone
Your tender warmth from the cold
Your voice is saved from the heat

You may ask
Why am I here?
I will answer
I'm there with you
Let the love in our hearts
It should be after us

I'm losing my mind
When I hold your hand
And you know
That does not give anyone
Your tender warmth from the cold
Your voice is saved from the heat


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