Strolling along those orange groves,
we seemed like a pair of turtle doves,
hands clasped together,
it felt like forever.
The days we sat in the fields,
I had a bird's eye view
of the world's happiness,
it felt like blissfulness
Chasing seagulls on the beach,
we laughed, giggled, dug a ditch,
lying snugly side by side,
we fell asleep in the night
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