In my fantasy and lonely hours I picture thee
flowers in your curly red hair flare
wavy and calm like a summer breeze
treading your cushions through the sands
waving your arms and swirling your hands
I breathe in deep and than I sneeze
Oh my God it is starting all over again
the Summer of Love in refrain. M
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