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She sings to me now and then |
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Gentle refrains of summer mornings |
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The first rays of sunlight |
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And dew-dropped roses |
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Winds rolling through falling leaves |
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Whistling in the sycamores |
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These are her songs of love |
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She needs to be reassured |
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Of all of the hope you hold for her |
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And when the lady loves you |
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Don't ever let it go |
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Take your world into your arms |
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And let your feelings show |
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And she, never will leave |
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Always these memories will stay with me |
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And i'll think of her now and then |
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She, she needs to be reassured |
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Of all of the hope you hold for her |
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And brother, when the lady loves you |
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Don't ever let it go |
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Take your world into your arms |
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And let your feelings show |
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And she, never will leave |
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Always these memories will stay with me |
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And i'll think of her now and then |