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Love is fast like fingers flying
Love is soft like years of crying
While the spices interlace

Love´s got a fresh strawberry taste

And when the peddler cries strawberries
That´s where my heart reap like, strawberries
Love tastes like strawberries

Met my love in the market place
My heart stopped when I saw his face
The very man said won´ t you try this
We looked, we bought, we stole a kiss

The berries are gone and spring has pass
But I know my love will always last
For rain has gone with a sudden haste
Love´s got a fresh strawberry taste

And when the peddler cries strawberries
That´s where my heart reap like, strawberries

Love tastes like strawberries

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