Motion picture
It started with a picture
Now I see in the mirror
I remember, I bumped at you in the garden
Where everything started to happen
I took a picture of you in the beach
I think of you as hard to reach
The color of your blue eye
It’s hard for me to tell a lies
I printed a picture of you, in one Sunday morning
I gave it to you in Monday evening
Just like a picture of us together
Time stopped and only the two of us were called “forever”
You came to me at three o’ clock
Like a dove your love flock
Take me to your loving arms
And we shall dance between the lines
You gave me your camera
To take a photo of your opera
You and I are in a relation
I’m holding a picture that is in motion
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