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Prevailing
There upon the rolling hills, grass of green and daffodils
Twas song of bird and morning light, to softly punctuate the night
Silken dress of yellow flowing, petals of her beauty showing
Warmth from which the winter took, near the gentle waters of the brook
GoshGosh how do you do it?
GoshGosh how do you do it? Such romance and beauty with the gift of wise wrapped in a lovely bow! I bow, hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."