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We sat under London skies on
A perfect June day.
I touched her hand
And whispered her name
And all of the birds flew by and
The clouds blow away
The rose oil in her hair
And her infinite craze.
These are the thoughts that take me to a different place.
These are the words, that take me to a different place.
And I gave her a rose from my garden
And the petals blow away.
They look like confetti on her
beautiful face.
These are the thoughts that take me to a different place.
These are the words that take me to a different place.
These are the thoughts that take me to a different place.
These are the words that take me to a different place.
