The morning struggles to roll across the horizon
Slowed by thick mist that still rolls around the hollers
The mist seems to hold the fragrance
Of lilacs down the road just a piece
Almost as if Spring is a beautiful woman
Standing at the world's perfume counter
And spraying Lilac Parfum on her wrists
Behind each delicate ear.
Slowed by thick mist that still rolls around the hollers
The mist seems to hold the fragrance
Of lilacs down the road just a piece
Almost as if Spring is a beautiful woman
Standing at the world's perfume counter
And spraying Lilac Parfum on her wrists
Behind each delicate ear.
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