Monday, April 16, 2012


You, please be here
Hurry, come by now
The sky is clear
It has no flaw

Road ahead is empty
We could take a walk
Through the prairie
Then have a sweet talk

Around Mulberry bush
Among birds of a feather
We don't have to rush
It's a perfect weather

Softly over sunflower
Merry merrily we dance
We should move slower
To taste this romance

Now the sun is down
And our time is up
Tomorrow we should come
Sure, to shower our love

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