Hills in Summer — borderline crossing

Summer Hill Tell me what we would do together meet in the grasses where purple liatris swarms with bees my honey hair blowing in the breeze. Tell me how we find the courage lay plans on fallen trees our vows taken to always please the other in valleys and in hills.

Hills in Summer — borderline crossing

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