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We talked for hours of the travels |
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And all the beauty you had seen. |
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The south of France where the spring is beginning, |
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Sunset on the Thames from the village green. |
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We rolled on and on through the pages, |
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Of the books you'd taken from the shelf. |
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Unfamiliar faces and forgotten places, |
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Landscapes green and rich in wealth. |
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You've got a gypsy soul, and you love to wander. |
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Coast to coast to the Canadian border. |
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In the summer sun, yeah, yeah. |
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From my window you saw the ocean, |
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And all the changes that has been. |
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The south of France where the spring is beginning, |
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Sunset on the Thames from the village green. |