My dreams were true
in my childhood,
My dreams were true
I grew up and met you.
My Poppy smiles a lot
It's so tender and clean
My Poppy's happy
When I kissing you begin
'What's wrong?' mom's asking
'Why is poppy sad?'
Poppy's missing kisses
So gentle, soft and wet.
'But Poppy, you're lucky
To feel, being felt'
I know, I have a treasure
It will be in a secret kept.
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