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I found you in the setting sun, your smile made me forget my name. I love the way you look at me, I love the way you love the rain.

Hold my hand, through the strawberry field, we’ll kick pinecones on the way. Steal my heart, you’re my strawberry thief, I don’t like butterflies anyway.

So come dance with me my kitchen dancer, come dance with me my true romancer and I’ll love you more everyday.