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Sunlight Poking Through Trees
Tattered Green Leaves

Running Through Fields Of Strawberries
Gliding With A Feverish Haste

Halting Near The Roaring River
Catching Up You Shook Your Head

Laughing While Gasping For Air
Life Is Anything But Fair

Smiling At Your Face
As Your Arms Wrapped Around My Waist

Heat Pouring Down On Us
You Took My Hand And Drew Me Close

It's Times Like These I Miss The Most

Rosy Cheeks
Windblown hair
I Leaned Over

You Read My Mind
Meeting Your Lips Against Mine

Arms Around Your Neck
I Pulled You Closer

Your Lips Moved To My Ear
Whispering What I Needed To Hear

The River Currents Echoed Loudly
But I Heard Nothing Except
Fields Of Green

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