First Rose of Summer
Sitting at my thinking spot
Sun is going down
Thoughts of you abounding
No one else around
Birds are singing happily
Joyously in flight
Maybe one of them is you
Who's come to say goodnight
Kiss me so that I can dream
Dreamy dreams of you
Come and land inside my heart
Until my days are through
Then spend part of eternity
A hundred zillion years
Singing for me, that would be
Music to my ears
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