I remember the times
Waking up at the break of dawn Nestled sweetly in your arms Listening to your quiet Snoozing, in sweet harmony With the happy chirping of the early birds
When we would make Blueberry pancakes on Sunday mornings Stayed in bed all day long while Reading the paper, a book or watching TV.
When we needed to be close, we would Dance, slowly all night long, Holding each other in our arms While swaying to the songs of love on the radio
We often sang the words to our favorite
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