In the serene morn
When the buds open up
Their lips to kiss the wind
And dew drops fall from the
Grasses and melt away
I remember you when
I come out to take a
Stroll across the countryside
And watch the tall crops in
Morning wind gently sway
I wish you were here
With your sweet smiles
And long hair that I love to
Play with and kiss and in my
Arms you can spend your day
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