Lost in thought,
On the branch of an Oak,
that climbs high from the dirt.
From here you can hear the ocean,
the tides toss and turn,
Sitting next to my girl,
how my love for her yearns.
My love for her starts,
and sparks all my fun,
we sit and cuddle,
'till we lose sight of the sun.
On the branch of an Oak,
that climbs high from the dirt.
From here you can hear the ocean,
the tides toss and turn,
Sitting next to my girl,
how my love for her yearns.
My love for her starts,
and sparks all my fun,
we sit and cuddle,
'till we lose sight of the sun.
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