Like the Smell of New Mown Hay
The difference is all the same,
in the end its just a name.
Different parts of the same tree,
we're from the same family.
The sky and its famous blue,
each day the sun shines anew.
Two lovers look at the stars,
she likes Venus he likes Mars.
Comes the first light of the dawn,
chasing the darkness, beyond.
The distant call of the dove,
spurs the couple to make love.
The summer will turn to fall,
winter nights when love will call.
The fortunes and the fables,
when springtime turns the tables.
Like the smell of new mown hay,
reminds when life came to play!
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