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AMY'S GARDENS
once I was a hippie in love with a girl named Amy we lived in a big castle in our imagination we never meant any harm and that was the charm together we would wander through high school corridors and enchanted forests exploring each sensation creating rhyme and reason that was the season and nothing can compare with the memory of those innocent days and time with Amy every passing year embellishes the time even if it is all in the mind sometimes those moments are the very best kind once I was a dreamer in love with a girl named Amy we lived in a wonderland in our imaginations we never meant any harm and that was the charm together we would wander through lazy summer laughter and magical feelings without expectations being each others reason that was the season and nothing can compare with the ecstasy of those innocent passions and time with Amy every passing year embellishes the time even if it is all in the mind sometimes those moments... are the very best kind once I was a child in love with a girl named Amy we lived in innocence in our imaginations Time With Amy (In Our Imaginations) Ric Candor ©2001  EMAIL
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