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See that shadow cross the mountain, |
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Summer in the warbler's eye, |
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Beauty never is forgotten, though the moment passes by, |
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[?????] the evening slowly dires down the light, |
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All the flora seems to smolther |
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Water-coloring into the muted pallet of the night. |
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Can you see how our seclusion is complete |
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With the summertime in bloom |
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And our feet side by side in the grass starring up at the sky |
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I assume, this must be paradise... |
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Tenderly now, all I need to demonstrate, |
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You need only ondulate, |
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Keeping time with the samba llke this while stars rise. |
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I assume, this must be paradise... |
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I can think of [??????] |
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For the joys within our reach |
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And if hunger overtakes us, |
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Open sesame! I brought with me |
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Banana, plum and peach |
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Can you see how our seclusion is complete |
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With the summertime in bloom |
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And our feet side by side in the grass starring up at the sky |
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I assume, this must be paradise... |
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Tenderly now, all I need to demonstrate, |
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You need only ondulate, |
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Keeping time with the samba llke this while stars rise. |
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I assume, this must be paradise... |
