Nostalgia
On nights like these,
Sweet scent of jasmine in the air,
And moonbeams dancing on the silvery palms,
With crickets chirping through the night,
I think of you, my love,
And wonder if you sometimes think of me...
Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz
Sweet scent of jasmine in the air,
And moonbeams dancing on the silvery palms,
With crickets chirping through the night,
I think of you, my love,
And wonder if you sometimes think of me...
Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz
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