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Blue sky
She holds blue skies
In her pretty, sparkling eyes.
The summersun rests in her hair
And her skin is soft and fair.
When she laughs, the angels sing.
She is the apple of my eye,
My one and only, my everything.
When...
In her pretty, sparkling eyes.
The summersun rests in her hair
And her skin is soft and fair.
When she laughs, the angels sing.
She is the apple of my eye,
My one and only, my everything.
When...
