One

Beautiful Sunny day
Four thirty in a park
Waiting in the car
Will she come
Will she come

She comes
Two beautiful eyes
Filled With love
And hands so soft

Love is everywhere
Clouds are white
She is so soft
She is so fragile

Parked in the park
So sweet is the taste of honey
So warm are the curves
Where the flowers waiting to be blossom

So nice to be with her
So nice to have found her in a park
So nice to be able to live

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