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Me and masked bird are fishing in this golden stream, how sweet is the evening. |
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We down here blind, still denying when the day is done, where have you been in this wind-blown years? |
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Feathers in your hair woren like laurel, when dusk is falling how children can disappear? |
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Sitting in a english garden, where the sun flooded down so beautiful and dumb |
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You betrayed me with your gentle touch. |
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It's OK what's done it's done. |
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Sooner you come, sooner you can leave. |
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Moonbeams in your band, band still play in the shell, c'mon tell what did you except. |
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Still drifting in and out, this stoned dream |
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Sitting in a english garden, where the sun flooded down so beautiful and dumb |