Riding the bikes down Elm Street
meeting just for coffee
and to sit and just speak
and to feel the colour of your soul
right next to me

your beard is growing wild my dear
I love your face
rosy cheeks and pale skin
makes me feel this way
like a little girl inside
I want to hug you day and night

let your eyes grow big
and your heart beat full
share with me your now and past oh my dear
sit with me and hold our hands so so tight
why not let go and see what I see
don't be shy and lift your hands up high

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