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And I laid down in fields of gold |
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Only to rest my head |
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And I walked home |
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On a warm summer's day |
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With buttercups and Queen Ann lace |
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For my bed |
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And I ran until I could run no more |
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And I jumped in, to an icy cold stream |
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And as the water ran across my body |
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I wondered |
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Is this all just a dream |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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It's too beautiful to be |
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And I looked out across a quiet lake |
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Echoing the sounds of night |
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And I watched the yellow grass dance to a symphony |
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Early in the morning light |
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And I walked down the street |
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Crowded by faces and places |
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I've never known |
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Foreign lines, sketched by foreign designs |
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Seep through my body |
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To the bone |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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It's too beautiful to be |
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And when the night |
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Comes to tame me |
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I won't fight |
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'Cause it's no good to fight when you're down |
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When the night |
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Comes to claim me |
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I won't fight |
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'Cause it's no good to fight when you're down |
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No it's no good to fight when you're down |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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Oh, my darling |
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It's too beautiful to be |
