what the fuck
i swear when i haven't a summer breeze to talk about
my only dream is sealed in an idea of love and taste and if you like the taste sing about it
there is a wind flowing and it pushes along,
and forces my boys idea of opportunity
all we need isn't physical
just acknowledge your heart
say what you need to say
find your love
don't look past
the time is gone
the time might be long gone.
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