Oeillade
It’s like magic, The sound of her voice compels him. It’s like magic, As he falls deeply in love. It’s like magic, He dares not repel her love. It’s her magic.
— Cotek
Words are light, stored as stardust.
Reading light
It’s like magic, The sound of her voice compels him. It’s like magic, As he falls deeply in love. It’s like magic, He dares not repel her love. It’s her magic.
Words are light, stored as stardust.