.We used to meet on Sundays,
Feet underneath the cherry tree,
Hidden by leaves and branches,
We used to kiss so secretly.
Baptize my fries and capsize into everything,
I stole your berries,
Something to do,
First guise, disguise, contrive, move into eve.
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