A SPOUT SPRINGS GLIDING SONG

I want to be kissing
Don't wanna be missing

I want to love you
Place no one above you

I want to hold your hand
And be your friend

And I know that I will
Someday your heart fill
With this love of mine

I think it's so real
I think that your swell
I think that you are kind.

11/11/1996 cj

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