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Meadowlark, fly your way down. |
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I hold a cornucopia and a golden crown |
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For you to wear upon your fleecy down. |
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| [00:36.12] |
My meadowlark, sing to me. |
| [00:42.80] |
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| [00:45.73] |
Hummingbird, just let me die |
| [00:51.47] |
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| [00:54.34] |
Inside the broken ovals of your olive eye. |
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| [01:03.52] |
I do believe you gave it your best try. |
| [01:09.26] |
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| [01:12.39] |
My hummingbird, sing to me. |
| [01:20.50] |
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| [01:48.64] |
My hummingbird, sing to me. |
| [01:55.13] |
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| [01:58.13] |
Don't believe a word that I haven't heard. |
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| [02:07.17] |
Little children laughing at the boys and girls. |
| [02:14.46] |
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| [02:15.89] |
The meadowlark singing to you each and every day. |
| [02:24.12] |
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| [02:24.87] |
The arc light on the hillside and the market in the hay. |
