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Michael Franks
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Vivaldi's Song
Lyricist：Franks Michael P
Lady, when you love me I feel home-sweet-home inside of your sublime
This garden's sure to grow, you know our love is just like summertime
Parrots eye the fruit and we make love between the harpsichords and lutes?
Our green limbs intertwine, you know our love is just like summertime
Our souls collide, we slip and slide, we feel no pain
And with our lives locked together we weather the wind and rain
We grow the farm, we're safe from harm
Inside this circle of summertime both of us know is our love
Lovers from the past with poison smiles, all pray our love will never last
But we are trees not vines, you know our love is just like summertime
As the song begins, these shipwrecks fade behind a wave of violins
Vivaldi made us rhyme, you know our love is just like summertime
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