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She covered me with dewberry kisses The look of the sun on her face Tiny little dewberry fingers Stretched wide for a mother's embrace. We talked of the bounty of treasure Her excitement barely controled Of the wonderful dewberry magic Her mother could work on this gold. So we brought forth from those dewberry promises The summer of childhood innocence I miss But just once before the winter takes over I would love one more dewberry kiss
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