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And I will stroll the merry way |
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And jump the hedges first |
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And I will drink the clear clean water |
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For to quench my thirst |
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And I shall watch the ferry boats |
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And they'll get high on a bluer ocean |
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Against tomorrow's sky |
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And I will never grow so old again |
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And I will walk and talk |
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In gardens all wet with rain |
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Oh sweet thing, sweet thing |
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My, my, my, my, my sweet thing |
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And I shall drive my chariot |
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Down your streets and cry |
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Hey, it's me, |
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I'm dynamite |
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And I don't know why |
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And you shall take me strongly |
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In your arms again |
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And I will not remember |
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That I even felt the pain |
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We shall walk and talk |
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In gardens all misty and wet with rain |
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And I will never, never, never |
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Grow so old again |
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Oh sweet thing, sweet thing |
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My, my, my, my, my sweet thing |
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And I will raise my hand up |
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Into the night time sky |
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And count the stars |
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That's shining in your eye |
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Just to dig it all an' not to wonder |
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That's just fine and |
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I'll be satisfied |
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Not to read in between the lines |
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And I will walk and talk |
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In gardens all wet with rain |
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And I will never, ever, ever, ever |
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Grow so old again |
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Oh sweet thing, sweet thing |
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Sugar, baby with your champagne eyes |
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And your saint like smile |
