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everyone has their own story |
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you have yours I have mine |
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today mine happens to be about a... |
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a yellow dress |
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and behind the yellow dress |
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lies a warm and beating heart |
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that longs to tell a story |
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of which we are all a part |
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oh oh oh I love these things |
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so these things shall I bee |
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the honey bee |
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it has taken me so long to get up to speed |
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a looooonnnggggg winter |
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but the sun is slowly warming me |
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and ssssooo here I go towards the garden of love |
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oh oh oh I love these things |
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so these things shall I bee |
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the garden of love I can see it now |
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I am meandering as fast as I can |
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want to sip the nectar |
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I am making my way back to where I belong |
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oh oh oh I love these things |
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so these things shall I bee |
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and when I lay me down to sleep |
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in my flowery keep |
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the moon upon my face |
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I dream of bowls of milk |
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sailin' towards a sea of |
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roses |
