CLOSE YOUR EYES AND TRY TO REMEMBER YOUR OLDEST MEMORY.

In the magic of moonlight when I sigh, hold me close dear, chances are you believe the stars that fill the skies are in my eyes.

Guess you feel you’ll always be the one and only one for me and if you think you could well, chances are your chances are awfully good.

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