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An airport fairy tale, with hearts in bloom, where two is one.
Your hands in mine, my arms around the softest skin.
I tell you harmless lies, to hear you laugh, to feel you breath.
Our love's like planes, it flies away, but reach no end.
Your eyes are tired, my shoulders are yours to lean on. I watch you fall asleep and kiss you away to a happy place. And when you wake up your body is warm, and still in mine.
Your arms around my neck, I can't believe, let this be real.
We get ready to fly, and I hope to die, with your taste on my lips.
And have I told you this: I love you.
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