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THAT'S WHAT YOU DO.
THAT'S WHAT YOU DO.
You are my spring with its soft breeze
That takes me long to stroll and breathe,
And feel that life floats on with ease
While you my fond heart cool and soothe.
You are a field of prime jasmine
Where l so slowly love to walk.
The smell you waft is my heart's kin
Whose fragrance dew my skin will soak.
No one but you can give such love,
Which grants the heart long lease of life.
You're pure and charming like a dove
That no love we give is enough.
All that will happen when we stroll
Together in a crowded street
In summer and when sweat can boil
All people who hate summer heat.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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You are my spring with its soft breeze
That takes me long to stroll and breathe,
And feel that life floats on with ease
While you my fond heart cool and soothe.
You are a field of prime jasmine
Where l so slowly love to walk.
The smell you waft is my heart's kin
Whose fragrance dew my skin will soak.
No one but you can give such love,
Which grants the heart long lease of life.
You're pure and charming like a dove
That no love we give is enough.
All that will happen when we stroll
Together in a crowded street
In summer and when sweat can boil
All people who hate summer heat.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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