Their sweetie

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Barefoot on the morning grass
Standing under the sun rise
Looking at the glowing sky
And listening to the chirping birds

Sunshine falling on me
Kissing every pore
Makes me feel I'm under the everlasting spotlight
It causes me to love it from my core

I let my hair loose
And let my curls bounce all over
I suck in a deep breath
And find a bee hover

I smile my heart out
At the evergreen beauty
And wish to stand there all day long
Until somebody calls me their sweetie.


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