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I still can taste the morning dew
The picnic grass we ran through
We built a raft with old wood planks
We floated past the river banks
We turn our heads to what we knew
The days that tasted sweet and true
The honey from the clover patch
We gathered in a lucky catch
We picked the berries off the vine
Your shirt was stained with berry wine
We look behind and see it clear
The best of days are always near
We picked the berries off the vine
Your shirt was stained with berry wine
We look behind and see them shine
The best of days are yours and mine
We turn our heads to what we knew
The days that tasted sweet and true
The honey from the clover patch
We gathered in a lucky catch
We picked the berries off the vine
Your shirt was stained with berry wine
We look behind and see it clear
The best of days are always near
We picked the berries off the vine
Your shirt was stained with berry wine
We look behind and see them shine
The best of days are yours and mine
