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He brought me strawberries
Spilling upon my table
Gifts of the nature’s bounty
Red as the promise of a kiss
I thought it bliss

We dined on strawberries
Served with pure whipped cream
Sweetness bursting on our tongues
Red as the promise of a kiss
I thought it bliss

A season of strawberries
So brief and yet divine
You think perfection will last an age
But it is the briefest lover’s kiss
And yet it’s bliss

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