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Granddad's lovesong.
	A song by Spiller

I bury my face
In your wavy grey hair.
It smells of soap
And the fresh mountain air.
With a hint of vinegar
 From the days we were young
It reminds me of  tales
And of songs we've sung.

I look into your eyes.
The wrinkles can't hide
That precious young girl
Still living inside.

I embrace you with joy
And feel your slight frame
Moving just the right way
To kindle my flame.
Red glow of sunset
Lends youth to your skin
And I lift you up gently
To carry you in.

I look into your eyes.
The wrinkles can't hide
That precious young girl
Still living inside.

I put you down softly
Onto pillows and silk.
I admire your treasures
And your skin like milk.
As I bury my passion
In your fountain's sweet dew
I pray that forever
You will be you.

I look into your eyes.
The wrinkles can't hide
That precious young girl
Still living inside.

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