It is like the sweet taste of a strawberry in June
It is the feeling of the warm sand in between my toes
It is the smell of rain after the clouds have gone
It is the morning it is the night
It is the days I can’t remember and the day I can’t forget
It is the laughter of children
It is the candle that burns through the fight
It is the sound of the ocean after a storm
It is the smell of spring in bloom
It is your true love
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