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Thou would draw our intimate words with sunbeam ink and bough paint brush on the yard,Thou Would Draw Our Intimate Words With Sunbeam Ink And Bough Paint Brush On The Yard
Thou would draw our intimate words with sunbeam ink and bough paint brush on the yard, I would read it by my mind art.
There was all along a navigation through my heart, the navigation of the winning trend, There remained always a spread of thine shine above my head, The spread of light when I played.
Every morning I would go to a young tree, I would take the viscid sap from it's slender trunk in breezy sway, And would make bubbles from it putting on the meadow-grass knot held okay, I would play with the bubbles blowing in the airplay, And the sunbeam would scatter the beauteous display. I still remember that thou used to standing by me and watching my mindful play.
You would write our private words with sunlight ink and a branch paintbrush on the yard, I would interpret it through my imagination.
There was always a journey through my heart, the journey of the successful path, There was always a glow of your light above me, The light that surrounded me while I played.
Every morning I would visit a young tree, I would collect the sticky sap from its slender trunk swaying in the breeze, And would create bubbles from it, tying them on the grass knot securely, I would enjoy playing with the bubbles floating in the air, And the sunlight would spread the beautiful sight. I still recall that you used to stand beside me, watching my thoughtful play.