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Apr 2020
Breathe your air on my skin
It feels right
It feels like home

Darling don’t fly by me

The sun blinds the eyes
I’m coming home for the summer
Let us drive to the seaside
Give me that coconut kiss

Let the sand run past us
I take your hand
Let us run until noon comes knocking

You can say what you want
Your love is my back to front

Give me that sweetened smile
As we drive through these dusty roads
Winter is going to steal from us all
I was listening to music and thought that I would write this one.

Clearly a vivid word imagination
Written by
Henk Hougaard
26
   Bogdan Dragos
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