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(c. stepney - r. rudolph) |
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Blowing softly through a meadow |
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Laughing like a baby, breeze tapping |
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Lightly at the treetops, whispering among the leaves |
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You hear the magic song, that ancient poets sing |
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It's sweet as morning dew and sounds a lot like springtime |
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When you close your eyes |
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You feel your heat go there |
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So close your eyes and you may find that |
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Fireflies were as bright as stars; |
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Close your eyes and remember |
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Summertime lingered on and on |
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Close your eyes and remember |
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Your first love made the world stand still |
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Close your eyes and remember |
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Close your eyes and remembers when |
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The moon was made of cheese |
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Racing swiftly through the mountains |
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Bubbling along the stream |
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Sighing sweetly through the hollow |
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Gentle as an infant's dream |
