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Always rock me, always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams |
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you embroider with silvery sugar and starch that shine on the skin-moon |
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thousands thousands pink butterflies are flying |
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if you stare at me I see silk confetti raining like umbrellas |
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always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams |
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you embroider with silvery sugar and starch |
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I'm a free spiral-winged butterfly that lies only on your breast |
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how I love your perfect figure, the sublime harmony of your shape |
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always rock me, always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams ... |
