Fighting for Five
You make lemonade taste like Sunday afternoon with our feet off the pier.
You make sweaters look like lying in a pile of leaves in the cool breeze.
You make laughter sound like the language of angels.
You make roses smell like a thousand forgotten cottages.
You make God feel like he got something right.
You make sweaters look like lying in a pile of leaves in the cool breeze.
You make laughter sound like the language of angels.
You make roses smell like a thousand forgotten cottages.
You make God feel like he got something right.
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This one's excellent :-)
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