It is almost here, that special time of year.
When hearts and flowers by the hours are brought to all who seek.
When kisses swirl and words do peak into little puffs of cotton (candy) my sweet.
So be my love and be my own.
Call me on the telephone or send a card, that is not hard, right to my waiting door,
And I'll be yours forever more...
From
Sumit
When hearts and flowers by the hours are brought to all who seek.
When kisses swirl and words do peak into little puffs of cotton (candy) my sweet.
So be my love and be my own.
Call me on the telephone or send a card, that is not hard, right to my waiting door,
And I'll be yours forever more...
From
Sumit
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