peaceful, early morning
sunlight is gently touching
the blade of grass of spring
while dew reflects your shadow
bending to pick a flower bloom
so pretty, i love to be in my room
i wave my hand when you look at me
your hair rippling with cool breeze
so as your very fine printed dress
you motion your hand for me to come
i can't resist, i am walking towards you
you're are so beautiful, yes i know...
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