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Pretty You
I cant take it, pretty.
Come give me your hand,
to slow dance on the sand, in the wind,
with salt in your hair, growing shells in my grace.
I am breathing,
soft air of honey and berries,
peaches and cherries,
covering my lips & my tongue...
Come give me your hand,
to slow dance on the sand, in the wind,
with salt in your hair, growing shells in my grace.
I am breathing,
soft air of honey and berries,
peaches and cherries,
covering my lips & my tongue...
