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Hey little girl on the bicycle, |
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Wheels spin like they're riding on air. |
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Hey little girl on the bicycle, |
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Wheels flash like the sun in her hair. |
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And the wheels go round |
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But the bike has stopped moving |
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Trees on the river move by her. |
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Hey little girl on the bicycle, |
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Sun blaze in her hair like a flame, |
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And the river's reflecting her bicycle |
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And the reeds whisper her name, |
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And the wheels go round |
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But the bike has stopped moving, |
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Trees on the river move by her. |
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Hey little girl on the bicycle |
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Dressed in white, the trees were in green. |
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Sparkling cycling bicycle |
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That moves through the trees like a dream |
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And the wheels go round |
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And the trees have stopped moving |
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Suddenly she is gone. |
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La, la, la... |
