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I recall the fleeting glimpse of light |
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That smiled across a sky of darkest grey |
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And a summer dress of cotton |
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Gently moved in fields of green |
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I tiptoed silently |
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I tried to hear what she may say |
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You must follow, |
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You must follow |
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What good is love that never sees the flame |
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What good a re grey clouds that never turn to rain |
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I doesn't matter |
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She says no-one turns away |
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And always chase your wildest dream |
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Just to hear what she may say |
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You must follow |
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Oh you must follow |
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What good is love that never sees the flame |
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What good a re grey clouds that never turn to rain |
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I doesn't matter |
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She says no-one turns away |
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And always chase you wildest dream |
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Just to hear what she may say |
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You must follow |
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Oh you must follow |
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Yeah you've got to follow |
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You must follow |
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Oh you must follow |
