Composed arranged produced by Alan Sanders
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Story Writer
Standing on the edge of my life
Watching the sun slip out of sight
It sure is lonely without you
The stars calling me the fool
If I were a story Writer
A fairy tale prince I'd be
And with your hand in mine
We'd give it one more try
And then maybe you'd see
The love inside of me
And that is how our story would read
A whisper in the night beckons me
Twas on ly the ruslting of leaves
I breath in the cool night air
Your memories haunt me to despair
If I were a story Writer
A fairy tale prince I'd be
And with your hand in mine
We'd give it one more try
And then maybe you'd see
The love inside of me
And that is how our story would read
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