Here among the scents of oak and pine
Beneath the quiet of the willows
Beside the creek I dream
To lay you down amidst the tall grasses
And tease that smile to your lips,
That one that steals my breath
And tears my heart until there is
Nothing left but always, only, you.
Beneath the quiet of the willows
Beside the creek I dream
To lay you down amidst the tall grasses
And tease that smile to your lips,
That one that steals my breath
And tears my heart until there is
Nothing left but always, only, you.
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