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Bag Full of Thimbles
I remember that summer so well
I loved it more than I could ever tell
Our late night conversations
Mixed so well with our wild imaginations
You’ll always be my cutie pie
I’ll hold you close when you need to cry
In my eyes I’ll always see you as pure
You’ve always made me feel this sure
Lets play among the wild flowers
While talking of daydreams for hours
Every word we say is like a symbol
Just like a bag full of thimbles
I want to take you to our chilly mood field
Where the world isn’t a giant shield
Living on our coffee buzz highs
I can see heaven in your eyes
I love your crazy curly hair
And how your always there
You’re my living muse
And I love you and all your different hues