Like cream on strawberries, like ice on my wound I need you. Your face is Saturday, every day is like spring. I need hope ah, If that morning wind blows, I need to sweep up your heart you need to come sit in the very center of my soul when it clicks, It’s ready, when you want It’s ready. It comes from air and becomes complete with honey and sweetness. I will become the subject of talk when you say stop it with the red scarf, I will become the path so that you will come.

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