Vivaldi's Song

Lady, when you love me
 I feel home, Sweet-home
 Inside of your Sublime
 This Garden's, sure to grow
 You know our love,
 Is just like Summertime
 Parrots, eye the fruit,
 And we make love
 Between the harpsichords, and lutes?
 Our greenlimbs, intertwine,
 You know our love,
 Is just like Summertime
 Our souls collide
 We slip and slide
 We feel no pain
 And with our lives, locked together
 We weather the Wind and Rain
 We grow the Farm
 We're safe from Harm
 Inside this Circle of Summertime
 Both of us know is our Love
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 Lovers from the past
 With poison smiles
 All pray, our love will never last
 But we... are Trees not Vines,
 You know our love
 Is just like Summertime
 As... the song begins
 These shipwrecks fade
 Behind a wave of violins;
 Vivaldi, made us rhyme,
 You know our love
 Is just like Summertime.