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Carving her name in the tree wood |
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Like a schoolboy, I'd return to where I found her |
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Like a sleeping cat in the doorway |
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I'll arouse the suspicion of the neighbours |
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"What could he be thinkin' about?" |
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I'm recallin' a girl in the city |
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Far away she won my truth over the ocean |
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And how these words are to reach her |
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Like a kite to pull the strings and then retrieve her |
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Do do, do do, do do... |
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And when she returns, will I tremble? |
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Like a fall leaf on a tree left in November |
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Please, if she does, may I join her? |
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And we'll make sweet, lasting music of the weather |
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That is what I'm thinkin' about. |
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Do do, do do, do do... |
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Do do, do do, do do... |
