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We'll drink a toast to tomorrow and one to days long ago

And Just Like That*

We could have danced all night into the morning light, but fate is cruel sometimes, fate is so unkind in the games that it plays

که برون در چه کردی؟ که درون خانه آیی؟*

Little heart in a bubble, ray of light in my kitchen:)

Is it why in your tears I can smell the taste of fears? It's all around