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Apple Pickin Time
Walking through the many ripe apple tress ,holding secrets I pick a bushel thinking of my love through the misty breeze Apple pickin time in the Valley called Naples, awaits a meeting For my love will arrive by the Valley in red that meets the sun falling At my laced boot some fine wine, a love note tied through my hair The secret love not shared would be tragic in heart and mind. following the paths through the many trees in line , apple pickin time all embraced, the colors of Fall enhances my only dream .. It is apple pickin time in the passion of leaves love enlightened I pick my apples with pride knowing soon , my love at my side It has been a long neglected dream, a fear follows desire held in secret no longer able to fight this burning fire, a risk taken , all ethics aside Walking through the many ripe apple trees , holding secrets I pick a bushel thinking of my love through the misty breeze Apple pickin time in the Valley called Naples , awaits a meeting For my love will arrive by the Valley in red that meets the sun falling
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