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With echoes of springtime this summer is fine
like the taste of gardenias in strawberry wine. With loving and wanting and hugging and such sometimes it gets scary to like it so much. You're laughter and showers, fun and sunshine. and a taste of gardenia in strawberry wine. Blue eyed and suntanned and warm to the touch sometimes it gets scary to want you so much. Your head on my pillow, we lie intertwined like the taste of gardenia in strawberry wine. You're beautiful, perfect not a thing to retouch and sometimes it gets scary to like you so much. You're a friend and a lover, a brother of mine. You're the taste of gardenia in strawberry wine. |