Come with me,let’s wither away to eternity Across the shore …to the moon, Surpass the darkest night , till heat of noon , fly over the meadows , from horizon to the dawn , let’s complete the circle of life , Over the globe , Paris, Hungary, Antara some of our pitstops, let’s crossover the hurdles , you and me until the clock stops.
Trust me once , Just lend me your hand, I promise I won’t let you fall , If death comes knocking at our step , It shall take on me its toll , Let’s break the bondage which surrounds your being , Free from shackles , Let’s just for once write our own history, Let your inhibitions rest , O baby , There is a choice to make, just come and wither away with me, To eternity of our connected souls.
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