Crimson mornings
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He loves me like a crimson morning All spring and warm

Crimson mornings

He loves me like a crimson morning

All spring and warm

Pulls me into his abyss

keeps me there, cozy

holds my hand, not so tight yet firm

and am home.

He smiles, am home again!

We walk long ways

Idly, through crannies

it's cold, where we're going

So he kisses me

and suddenly it's all warm..

The sun has to go home now,

but she doesn't want to, cuz

then the dawn would see us make love

Jealous little kid, is the sun!

Oh my!

We laugh at her and she turns around

blushing!

The sun indeed is a shy kid!

We walk together

And the sun follows

We kiss and she hides her face

But follows us again.

Now you know, why

he loves me

Like a crimson morning.

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