Hold your hand, walk through a garden of roses
Sing karaoke, chariot of horses
Play in the rain, cold blow our noses
Live, free from our choices
Shout yell, sweet voices
Sun bathe in summer
Hold me close, it's winter
We are young...make a chorus... birds had not sang
On the branches of the tree of love, we hang
Comb your hair, I your chair
A perfect couple, they would stare
Make fun of each other
Two, us no other
Glad, make me a father
Melody call our daughter
Everything else coming after
Love, my source of laughter
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©fredrick o
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