The first time I saw your beauty
And heard your musical voice
I imagine you will be mine only
So I’m calling to deliver a picture
Do you remember the summer of 1961
The cool winds blowing bothering your hair?
You were singing rhythmically to your brother
and once while you were looking under the tree
I was painting a picture of you playing
I treasured the playful air of the hours
Do you recall that previous evening?
I can hear you rhythmic breathing in silence
From your home across the quite street,
I dare to say, you have stolen my heart and soul
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