Sep 2023
You’re orange to me
When we met at the beach
The passenger door light
Lit your face a warm peach
So orange we’ll be
As the sun goes down
A ripe mandarin
That never goes brown
When we met at the beach
The passenger door light
Lit your face a warm peach
So orange we’ll be
As the sun goes down
A ripe mandarin
That never goes brown
(22/F/New Zealand)
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