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~Summer-time Dancin~
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2006 ~Summer-time Dancin~
past phrases
drift by
like
whisps of clouds
on memory's wind
they say
to me
what is this thing
this
thing
we call
love.
now i know
and
it feels so
like
beating of
drums
deep down
in my heart of hearts
and
sweet
summer-time
bare feet
skippin feet
like
dancin
dancin
in the rain.
sweet.
relief.
