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Meadowlark, fly your way down |
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I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown |
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For you to wear upon your fleecy down |
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A meadowlark sing to me |
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Hummingbird, just let me down |
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Inside the broken ovals of your olive eyes |
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I do believe you gave it your best try |
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A hummingbird sing to me |
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Mmmmmmm... |
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A hummingbird sing to me |
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Don't believe a word that I haven't heard |
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Little children laughing at the boys and girl |
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The meadowlark singing to you each and every day |
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The arch-line on the hillside and the market in the hay |
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Ooooh... |
