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Sycamore Tree (Part I)
I met him when he moved to our neighbour.
A shy little boy with eyes so sparkly.
With those bright smiles that melt me,
And his perfect hair that smells like strawberry.
It's always a sight seeing...
A shy little boy with eyes so sparkly.
With those bright smiles that melt me,
And his perfect hair that smells like strawberry.
It's always a sight seeing...
