Here we sit in one small room
Knowing that we shouldn't spoon
A place of darkness worship too
A pretty place where dreams come true

We talk of dreams of when we met
And how our hearts just can't forget
The sounds of love so often sung
When we were small and oh so young

Years have past and love's still growing
Dreams of past are now still flowing
My darling dear we'll never miss
The years that past since our first kiss

Here we sit in one small room
Knowing that we shouldn't spoon
A place of darkness worship too
A pretty place where our dreams came true.

By: Darlene
1970

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