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She comes up with the morning sun |
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And tells me life has just begun |
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Oh, what it is to be young |
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And in the early evening light |
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She brings me flowers from the sun |
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Oh what it is to be young |
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And if you see her you will know |
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She's like a shadow |
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Falling softly on the snow |
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And in the early evening light |
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She brings me flowers for the night |
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Oh what it is to be young |
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And if you see her you will know |
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She's like a shadow |
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Falling softly on the snow |
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And in the early evening light |
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She brings me flowers for the night |
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Oh what it is to be young |
