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When the sails of your tall ship |
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match the stillness of the water |
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from the petals of your small lips |
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falls the flower of our daughter |
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and you smile the whole way back |
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and you smile the whole way back |
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When the bugs in the tall grass |
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fan your face in the hot sun |
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you will walk down the rock path |
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touching moss with your thumb |
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and you smile the whole way back |
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and you smile the whole way back |
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and you smile the whole way back |
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and you smile the whole way back |
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When the crackle of an old creek |
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takes you back to our backyard |
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cutting ribbons from your daydreams |
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bowing presents from your scars |
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and you smile the whole way back |
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and you smile the whole way back |
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and you smile the whole way back |
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and you smile the whole way back |
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When that sunset through the oak tree |
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paints a leopard on the vast earth |
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you will wander in your bare feet |
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to this old heart murmur |
