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She walks with a bell-clock round her neck, |
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So the hippies think she's in with time |
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Her hair glistens like robins on a deck |
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Branches attack me from her neck |
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She's so fine |
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She's so very, very fine |
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The sun from the clouds seeps into her eyes, |
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The rain from the trees soaks into her mind |
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Morning signs sound just like a lark, |
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All these signs are always the start. |
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She's so fine, |
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She's so very, very fine. |
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When I veer I get so near |
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But so far far far away |
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Listen to me today. |
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We united just beside a leaf |
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The ground was hard underneath, her, her |
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She's so fine. |
