I had your invitation on green leaves
inside a sky-blue envelop.
It was delivered on my doorsteps
by the afternoon breeze,the spring postman.
Twilight painted your face with crimson red,
your eyes were lost beyond the horizon.
My hands were smeared with yellow dust,
so I kissed your hands to see you blush.
inside a sky-blue envelop.
It was delivered on my doorsteps
by the afternoon breeze,the spring postman.
Twilight painted your face with crimson red,
your eyes were lost beyond the horizon.
My hands were smeared with yellow dust,
so I kissed your hands to see you blush.
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