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Van Dyke Parks |
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I carry the torch for her in the orchard |
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Apples were last name |
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My Jeanine my |
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Jeanine Each tree would ignite with blossoms of white |
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And apple her hair enflame |
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My Jeanine my |
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Jeanine Jeanine in jean and calico |
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A streak of mean don't let it show |
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So when she tells her let her go |
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Her yes may mean no |
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I love her so |
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We would meander now hand in hand in |
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Our appalachian clime |
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My Jeanine my |
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Jeanine We bring in the spring and toss from the swing |
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Along apple blossom time |
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My Jeanine my |
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Jeanine Remember when life was |
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North Carolina |
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Two bits for |
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Cokes and jokes at the diner |
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Time was a magazine |
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My Jeanine |
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My Jeanine my |
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Jeanine My |
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Jeanine my |
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Jeanine |
