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will you wipe the flour from your hands |
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and look this way? |
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perfect |
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now hold your apron by your side |
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perfect |
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no, no...your hair's just fine |
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perfect |
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will you let me paint you? |
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I'll take such pride |
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many sorrows, many ways life could be kinder |
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but you laugh a lot - life is still a surprise |
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meeting you and greeting you is always an armful |
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"oceans of love" crinkling in your eyes |
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neck white and eager |
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my Trumpeter Swan |
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gliding through the ferns the fronds |
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we feel your love |
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oh Trumpeter Swan |
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oh love on |
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now I see you kneeling amidst the fiddle-heads |
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and ferns at the side of the pond |
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weaving 13 magic flaxen shirts |
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for 13 brother swans |
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and never once in your sweet thoughts |
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do you ever think maybe you might fail |
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in your unknowing way your love is strong |
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me - I fear the 13 brother swans are going |
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me - I curse them when they've gone |
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but you will never know for we will rearrange |
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the ferns and fronds to re-surround you |
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the devil makes us see more |
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and you don't see more |
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but somehow you go beyond |
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neck white and eager |
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my Trumpeter Swan |
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gliding through the ferns the fronds |
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we feel your love |
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oh Trumpeter Swan |
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oh love on |
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when I think of you I think of Christmas |
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of oranges and mangers on the mantelpiece |
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of red and greens and velvets |
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of stars that twinkle on the Christmas tree |
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I don't know if trumpeter swans are immortal |
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but if ever from this beautiful pond you should fly |
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the reason would be...the reason would be |
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you were loved too much by them by I |
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neck white and eager |
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my Trumpeter Swan |
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gliding through the ferns the fronds |
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we feel your love |
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oh Trumpeter Swan |
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oh love on |
