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It's a lazy afternoon |
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And the beetle bugs are zooming |
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And the tulip trees are blooming |
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And there's not another human in view, |
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But us two |
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It's a lazy afternoon |
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And the farmer leaves his reaping |
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In the meadows cows are sleeping |
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And the speckled trouts stop leaping up stream |
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As we dream |
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A fat pink cloud hangs over the hill |
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Unfolding like a rose |
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If you hold my hand and sit real still, |
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You can hear the grass as it grows |
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It's a hazy afternoon |
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And I know a place that's quiet, except for daisies running riot |
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And there's no one passing by it to see |
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Come spend this lazy afternoon with me |
