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Sooner or later |
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I will see you or something |
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When we talked in the night |
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To the sound of the broken swing |
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In the beginning |
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Stars I would fancy |
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And we'd walk in the night |
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To the sound of the surf crashing |
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Further and further |
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Are you growing now |
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Further and further |
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Is this walk |
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Further and further |
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Are you growing now |
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My little lark |
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Oh, to my sweet one |
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In the days of the long run |
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In the fall looking among |
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The fields of green and blue |
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Where did you fly to |
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Little blue |
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Sooner or later |
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I'll be seeing you |
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In all the markings on the wall |
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Sooner or later |
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Will you come to me |
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Going to tend the body of a willow tree |
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Love again little lark, Love again |
