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The wind in the trees, Me kissing your lips. A soft mellow breeze, My hand on your hips. Lying on the grass, On a hot summers day. Never needing, Feeling, That feeling, So grey.
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
A Moment To Cherish
The wind in the trees, Me kissing your lips. A soft mellow breeze, My hand on your hips. Lying on the grass, On a hot summers day. Never needing, Feeling, That feeling, So grey.
graham-murphy
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May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
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