Gift me a gentle smile please,
There´s nothing more I now need,
Gift me a breath of morning breeze,
So that a flower can grow from seed.
Gift me the sweet & falling April rain,
That is all I really need, yen for & want,
So wholesome bread is made from grain,
Gift me wisdom, from history´s wise font.
Gift me your loving & fertile good seed,
So that in my womb, a child can be made,
And once you´ve done your loving hot deed,
I´ll give you the gift of our own sweet babe.
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