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Play Me
Wing tips touching water
Was our first kiss was
Almond blossom breezes
Was our first bliss was
Finger flick guitar strings
Was our first heart beat
Wet lips touching tongue tips
Was our first soul meat
Lost, like a lamb, in a storm
Lost, like a lamb, in a storm
Lost, like a lamb, in a storm
Lost, like a lamb, in a storm
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