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Flora
The grapevines
Intertwine and open
Like her tongue
When we kiss
I taste the spring youth
Her hair fall in curls over her face
Like a bluebird's nest
That rests in the morning glaze
Under a sky that's blue
So blue
So deep
Like her eyes
Don't...
Intertwine and open
Like her tongue
When we kiss
I taste the spring youth
Her hair fall in curls over her face
Like a bluebird's nest
That rests in the morning glaze
Under a sky that's blue
So blue
So deep
Like her eyes
Don't...
