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Come and go with me my love
where bluebirds sing
and the rain pours down our desires.
Where the wind blows our wants
and together we can caress blue skies.
You've been there before my love?
but not with me.....
Show me those meadows
filled with marigolds,
and hills covered in dewy roses
silhouettes of bowed trees
praising our love.
Jacqueline Choice
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