It wasn't the Catskills in the distance, nor the goose protecting her young,the magic of the moment was when two souls became one.
The hills were draped in clouds of love, the sky a striking blue and the warmth exuded from your heart made me fall in love with you.
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Sunlit DayThe tree's are a little greener with each sunlit day,
painting the hills in a spring time display.
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The birds are calling and the bass are spawning
and my heart is falling in love again.
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The tree's are a little greener with each sunlit day,
painting the hills in a spring time display.
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The stream is moving and the hollow is groovin
to the music my heart plays.
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The tree's are a little greener with each sunlit day,
painting the hills in a spring time display.
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