Maybe Next Year
Autumn's breath
On loves grave
Lips are cold
Like winter skies
Maybe next year
October knows
When I meet again
The girl named Desire
Desire
Dance with me
Kiss me again
It was the day
When flowers died
And I met the girl
With misty eyes
Maybe next year
October knows
When I meet again
The girl named Desire
Dance with me
Kiss me again
Dancing in the shadows
Dancing in the dark
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