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Skylark, have you anything to say to me? |
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Won't you tell me where my love can be? |
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Is there a meadow in the mist |
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where someone's waiting to be kissed? |
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Skylark, have you seen a valley green with spring |
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where my heart can go a journeying |
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over the shadows and the rain |
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to a blossom covered lane? |
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And in your lonely flight |
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haven't you heard the music in the night, |
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wonderful music, |
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faint as a will o' the wisp, crazy as a loon, |
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sad as a gypsy serenading the moon. |
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Oh, skylark, I don't know if you can find these things |
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but my heart is riding on your wings. |
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So if you see them anywhere |
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won't you lead me there? |
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Oh, skylark, I don't know |
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if you can find these things |
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but my heart is riding on your wings. |
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So if you see them anywhere |
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won't you lead me there? |
