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Kiss me out of the bearded barley
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Nightly, beside the green, green grass.
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Swing, swing, swing the spinning step.
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You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
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Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
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Lead me out on the moonlit floor
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Lift your open hand,
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Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
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silver moon's sparkling.
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So kiss me.
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Kiss me down by the broken tree house.
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Swing me upon its hanging tire.
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Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat.
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We'll take the trail marked on your Father's map
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Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
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Lead me out on the moonlit floor
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Lift your open hand,
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Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
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silver moon's sparkling.
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So kiss me.
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kiss me beneath the milky twilight
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Lead me out on the moonlit floor
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Lift your open hand,
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Strike up the band
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and make the fireflies dance
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silver moon's sparkling.
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So kiss me. |
