For he was the music of the melody that played in her head
And before she could look into her heart to see what her dreams were about
He planted a kiss on her forehead behind the mask and said for good luck
And because in her dreams it meant that they were both naive and in love.
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This is one secret I can't spill or tell
PoesíaThe one secret of her dreams that she won't be able to tell is how she grew to love the man of mystery They say that you should confront the source if there is a secret to be told But what if that secret wasn't meant to be told It was just to remain...
