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See that shadow cross the mountain, |
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summer in the warbler's eye, |
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beauty never is forgotten, though the moment passes by, |
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[?] the evening slowly dires down the light, |
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all the flora seems to smolther |
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water-coloring into the muted pallet of the night. |
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Can you see how our seclusion is complete |
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with the summertime in bloom |
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and our feet side by side in the grass starring up at the sky |
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I assume, this must be paradise... |
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Tenderly now, all I need to demonstrate, |
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you need only ondulate, |
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keeping time with the samba llke this while stars rise. |
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I assume, this must be paradise... |
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I can think of [?] |
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for the joys within our reach |
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and if hunger overtakes us, |
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open sesame! I brought with me |
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banana, plum and peach |
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Can you see how our seclusion is complete |
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with the summertime in bloom |
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and our feet side by side in the grass starring up at the sky |
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I assume, this must be paradise... |
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Tenderly now, all I need to demonstrate, |
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you need only ondulate, |
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keeping time with the samba llke this while stars rise. |
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I assume, this must be paradise... |