25 | Song Of The Spring

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Every warm morning
When the birds sing
And we wake up groaning
To the alarm's ring
And my hands reach
Around your neck like a sling
And your heartbeat's my lullaby
My song of the spring
A smile lights up
On the lips of my king
The last traces of sleep
Still to our eyes will cling
You'll wrap your arms around me
Like a protective wing
And cradle my face
In your hand's swing
My breath will race as
Closer my lips you'd bring
As you'll reach down for a kiss
My heart will go tring tring

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