Magic
Magic drifts in the night on the wings of a breeze dancing its way under the trees twirling around like a maypole ribbon then gracefully glides on its way through my open window to kiss me with magic april 2004
Magic
Magic drifts in the night on the wings of a breeze dancing its way under the trees twirling around like a maypole ribbon then gracefully glides on its way through my open window to kiss me with magic april 2004
