Mirror (qershor 1999)
Hand in hand
Lip on lip
Eye to eye
One icy cold
One burning hot
Just close the eyes
And it's not glass
Try catch your breath
Don't let it pass
My hand in your hand
My lips on your lips
My breath,your breath
Two heartbeats and Love
Until...
The cold is no more cold
And the mirror not mirroring
And there is no need to wait until tomorrow.
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