Only finds it slips away to grey
The hours they bring me pain.
Tangerine Tangerine
Living reflection of a dream;
I was her love she was my queen
And now a thousand years between.
Thinking how it used to be,
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again? And I do.
Tangerine Tangerine
Living reflection of a dream;
I was her love she was my queen
And now a thousand years between.
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