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Go back ten years ago |
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Sunbeams dancing round |
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Go back ten years ago |
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Sunbeams dancing down |
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Autumn's child, autumn's child |
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Autumn's child |
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Got a loophole round her finger |
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Halo rings her head |
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Corn husk hair makes me linger |
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A cat's stare meet s my dare |
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A man's chair greets my stare |
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Gonna be my wife |
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She sang, she said |
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Gonna be my wife gonna |
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Spice my life, she said |
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Go back ten years ago |
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Sunbeams everywhere |
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Go back ten years ago |
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Sunbeams fill the air |
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Harvest moon be nimble |
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Apples bob and tremble |
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Fish pond streaks love kind |
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Found the child |
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I have to find |
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Apples shine share together |
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Got the time to make her mine |
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Fish pond streaks love kind |
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Found the child |
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I had to find |
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Autumn's child, |
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I met herAt a balloon bust picnic |
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She caught me |
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With the beauty queen |
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With jade green eyes buttons |
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And bows and fancy ties |
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The feet of dust under trees of rust |
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Make them sandals gambol under knees of trust |
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Gonna be my wife |
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Gonna spice my life |
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She sang she said |
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Gonna be my wife |
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Gonna spice my life |
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She saidGo back ten years ago |
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Sunbeams shining down |
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Go back ten years ago |
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Sunbeams glancin' round |
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Autumn's child |
