Weezies Loves


Fresh air
Blue skies
Beautiful birds flying high
The sunlight upon my eyes
These are the things I love

Babies breaths
Their little cries, walking and crawling
These are the things I love

Lifes joys and goodbye
That's why I laugh and cry
These are the things I love

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