Your hand in mine, with a long shadow behind,
the breeze singing a familiar carol, our bare feet are tickled on soft,
fresh green grass awash with dew drops,
the horizon is worth walking up to.
a GOOD MORNING only means togetherness...
the breeze singing a familiar carol, our bare feet are tickled on soft,
fresh green grass awash with dew drops,
the horizon is worth walking up to.
a GOOD MORNING only means togetherness...
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