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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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I'll wear those shoes and you 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, strike up the band |
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And make the fireflies dance, 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, strike up the band |
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And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling |
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So kiss me |
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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, strike up the band |
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And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling |
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So kiss me |
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So kiss me |
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So kiss me |
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So kiss me |
