Sparks of Spring

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Your sound is like a song,
Shared with your soulmate
Under the setting summer sun.

Overrun,
your touch takes me atremble.
Trickling down my throat,
Like well-aged wine.

Oh,
Tell me please my treasure,
Cause' to you my heart I will devote!
Will you be mine? Forever and ever?

For it's your love that keeps me float
In this endless sea called life...

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