i can not help myself...
when i think of you...
i think of spring...
and how fragrant is your bloom...
on fields of green...
in stormy nights...
or brackish dawn you are...
delight...
i can not help myself...
when i think of you...
i think of spring...
and how fragrant is your bloom...
on fields of green...
in stormy nights...
or brackish dawn you are...
delight...
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