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Keep it Simple
Gazing on this lilac tree
Blooming here in front of me
Its scented petals fill the air
Springtime's sweet romantic fare
A simple love is what I seek
Dear Bluebird, may I kiss your beak?
Or mon cheri, a little dance
Somewhere far away in France?
A bicycle that's built for two
An Alpine ride, just me and you
A baseball game at Citifield?
Just tell me, to your whims I'll yield
Let me show you my old home,
Comb all the places where I've roamed
Then finally where I hid the note
When of my love for you first wrote
Copyright ©
Andres Luis Bigote
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