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The Touch Of Genesis

Time is flying like a bird in the sky
Yet it feels like it was yesterday
When our souls felt each other
When we’re lost and carried away

Still remember the smell of the wind
It was filled with warmth and joy
And smile on your face was everything
Like of a child that have found a new toy

The Sun was melting snow in the parks
Trees were showing the first colors of green
But I was lost in your eyes full of sparks
Such a beautiful sight I have never seen

The cold winter in my heart was over
Your touch melted the last of the ice
That surrounded the prison in my tower
Finally you have heard all of my cries

I cannot forget my arms all around you
Your kiss set the fire burring deep inside
I have nothing more than one modest truth
Those flames are still running high and wild


Time is flying like a bird in the sky

Yet it feels like it was yesterday

When our souls felt each other

When we’re lost and carried away

 

Still remember the smell of the wind

It was filled with warmth and joy

And smile on your face was everything

Like of a child that have found a new toy

 

The Sun was melting snow in the parks

Trees were showing the first colors of green

But I was lost in your eyes full of sparks

Such a beautiful sight I have never seen

 

The cold winter in my heart was over

Your touch melted the last of the ice

That surrounded the prison in my tower

Finally you have heard all of my cries

 

I cannot forget my arms all around you

Your kiss set the fire burring deep inside

I have nothing more than one modest truth

Those flames are still running high and wild


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