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Paint me a picture
of a green oak tree
Peaceful and silent
a place to hide away
draw me lines
of the wrinkles on our faces
once we grow old
at the twilight of the day
Color in my heart
with your words of love
fill me up with passion
In the middle of May
Give me none of this
and Ill still be happy
for nothing is more precious
than the warmth of your eyes today.
