Her Greeting
As I walk the long and dusty road,
Beams of sunlight rain upon my head
And sweat pours forth from my forehead,
But when she rushes to my outstretch arms
And I feel her warm, soft body next to mine,
The toils and agonies of the day
Drift from my body and soul.
As I walk the long and dusty road,
Beams of sunlight rain upon my head
And sweat pours forth from my forehead,
But when she rushes to my outstretch arms
And I feel her warm, soft body next to mine,
The toils and agonies of the day
Drift from my body and soul.
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