Carrossel: Makes

Makes me happy to live
Makes your eyes meet mine
Makes me a poem
A love poem
And the means of the verses
Let spilled all love to have you
Nears comes up to me
And let yourself be
Hand in hand
Look look
And one heart to give full
Does life get
And that life may
Come wander without
Coming soon to make me fall in love
Makes her soft hands on my body slide
Tell me nice words
Makes a warm kiss
Love Wake
Makes me calm sea sailing
Makes you peace, my soul
need to be quiet
Makes me a candlelit dinner
and insert an invitation to dance
Make me your reason for euphoria
Chuckle double
Make me your sunshine
Make me your joy
Make me the pleasure of love
Makes ...
Makes ... So ...

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