By The Light of Love
I suppose now and then we all give love a chance, and sing to the tune, step lively to the dance, hopeful and trusting we glide 'cross the floor, 'til one day love, doesn't sing anymore, the music stops playing we can't find a tune and we start again wishing to a beckoning moon.
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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli