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Cinnamon Tree

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 20.06.2012

Cinnamon tree, graceful and free,
We meet just once in a while but the spice in your smile is magic to me
Cinnamon tree, wise and sturdy
Your roots are firm in the ground to soak up what's around
And make sweet seasoning, whoa

Please rub off on me
So I carry a little of your auburn hue,
For spice when days are dull and dreary
You bend your bows towards me,
Times I'm weak and need someone to turn to
You share your flavor, ease my misery
Aha, you give all that you are
And just keep on growing, your fragrance lives
In all who know you

Cinnamon tree, graceful and free,
We meet just once in a while but the spice in your smile is magic to me
Cinnamon tree, wise and sturdy
Your roots are firm in the ground to soak up what's around
And make sweet seasoning, whoa

It still amazes me,
I just think of one stirring conversation
With you and my cup is filled with new infusions
And like your honesty
In the midst of all the sweeten chatter
Your [?] taste, adds a real prospective
Aha, you give all that you are
And just keep on growing, your fragrance lives
In all who love you

Cinnamon tree, graceful and free,
We meet just once in a while but the spice in your smile is magic to me
Cinnamon tree, wise and sturdy
Your roots are firm in the ground to soak up what's around
And make sweet seasoning, whoa


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