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Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye |
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Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying |
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You can burn the midnight oil with me |
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As long as you will stare out at the moon |
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Upon the windowsill and dream |
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Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye |
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Hush-a bye my baby, no need to be crying |
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There's dew drops on the window sill |
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Gumdrops in your head slipping into dream land |
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You're nodding your head, so dream |
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Dream of West Virginia or of the British Isles |
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'Cause when you are dreaming you see for miles and miles |
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When you are much older, remember when we sat |
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At midnight on the windowsill and had this little chat |
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And dream, come on and dream, come on and dream |
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And dream, and dream, come on dream |
