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The Lady and the Tramp

Let’s celebrate the birth of our love

With red wine and spaghetti

You as the tramp

And I, the lady

As we kiss  under the Italian moon

The burning violin is singing

So soft that I fall into yr arms again

And the brightness of our kiss is

Compares to a star

Like yr eyes in my dreams

We tango until dawn arrives

Knowing the reality will show

The horror of solitude

Published inFantasyLove

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