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When love becomes an obsession. |
Dissolved
Leaves on trees Inside the breeze Echo your voice To my despair
I move my hand To touch your face To make believe You're really there
Beats of my heart Ask my emotions If I am dreaming But not aware
Among the flowers I try to find you But your scent, only Fills up the air
I am the traveler In your kingdom I am your subject Anywhere
You own my senses And my emotions You are my book On which I swear
I am the sailor In your ocean Take me, drown me Just keep me there
Dissolved in you I'm hurt, and burning But won't complain Or, even dare
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