Charm the Street

I can't wait to meet your friend
Pinch myself, remember when
We spun on the swing, gathered rain
In buckets, gave your brother names

And in your dreams, you planted what you did
Sunshine present
Just like her momma, little as a peach
You wave hi and charm the street

Used to know what was in your head
White dove in spring left for dead
I cast a spell give you all the best
Farewell before you meet your end



Credits
Writer(s): Vivi Milne
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