I look at the fields of gold
And warmly I think of you
As summertime takes a hold
Your birthday shows up too
Riding the greyhound and thinking about a birthday girl while looking at the sunset on the hills by the reservoir.
And warmly I think of you
As summertime takes a hold
Your birthday shows up too
Riding the greyhound and thinking about a birthday girl while looking at the sunset on the hills by the reservoir.
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