With the sound of summer,
To play on the guitar,
Cupid of Love,when it strikes,
Always in dreamland,almost every day and every night.
When the favorite song is being strummed,
All sensors seem that they're numb,
Blueberry,Cherry;oh!the fragrance,
Roses once again to bloom,here is the chance.
They l
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