There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea You, became the light on the dark side of me Love remains, a drug that's the high and not the pill But did you know that when it snows My eyes become large And the light that you shine can't be seen? =mas=, Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels yeah Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey There is so much a man can tell you So much he can say *You remain my power*, *my pleasure*, *my pain* Baby,

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