Three Summer Days

“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”  ―  John Keats ,  Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

“Sometimes, said Pooh, the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”  ―  A.A. Milne ,  Winnie-the-Pooh

Something Something in the way she moves Attracts me like no other lover Something in the way she woos me I don't want to leave her now You know I believe and how Somewhere in her smile she knows That I don't need no other lover Something in her style that shows me I don't want to leave her now You know I believe and how You're asking me will my love grow I don't know, I don't know You stick around now it may show I don't know, I don't know Something in the way she knows And all I have to do is think of her Something in the things she shows me I don't want to leave her now You know I believe and how

Here Comes The Sun

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

My Sweet Lord

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