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We met in a field of yellow daisies |
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Wild and young and free |
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And she picked a bouquet for me |
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She loved me...she loved me not |
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The daisies didn't lie |
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They knew better than I...she'd go away..yeah |
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But they didn't say why |
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Have you ever been in a field of yellow daisies |
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Where the air is warm, pure and sweet |
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Just as if the world is at your feet |
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She loved me...she loved me not |
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The daisies didn't lie |
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They knew better than I |
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She'd go away.....yeah |
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But they didn't say why |
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I may fail like petals from a daisy |
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But for her love I'll always yearn |
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Each year when yellow daisies return |
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She loved me...she loved me not |
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The daisies didn't lie |
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They knew better than I |
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She'd go away.....yeahhhh |
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But they didn't say why |
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They didn't say why |
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They didn't say why |
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They didn't say why |
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They didn't say why |
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They didn't say why |
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They didn't say why... |
