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On a summer day you can hear her call, |
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But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, |
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On a summer day you can hear her call, |
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But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, |
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Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, |
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An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, |
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And I am home again |
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In the autumn air, |
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You can see her smile, |
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But in a funny way she reminds you of a child, |
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In the autumn air, |
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You feel her soul unfold, |
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And in a funny way you feel your own explode, |
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Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, |
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An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, |
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And I am home again |
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Ahhhh Ahhhh |
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Ahhhh Ahhhh |
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On a winter day, |
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You can hear her call, |
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But in a funny way when the snow begins to fall |
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On a winter day, |
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You can hear her call, |
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And in a funny way, |
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You love her even more |
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Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, |
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An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, |
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And I am home again |
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Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, |
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An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, |
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And I am home again |
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On a summer day you can hear her call, |
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But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, |
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On a summer day you can hear her call, |
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But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall |
