we have this once more,
you and I.
More than a day in the winds.
This is a day to play in the wild raspberries.
Sweet are the blossoms,
Lush in the July sun.
Tall is the field-grass.
With each step we are moving toward heaven.
You and I.
The blanket spread out,
sweet wine do we share.
From one kiss to every kiss,
Tasting bliss within this joy.
Oh lovely, this pleasure.
You and I,
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