| Who are we to doubt the things we see
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| A rose, a leaf, a tree
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| And who are they to dare to say
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| Our love can never be
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| Ask yourself and ask the friendly dog
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| Why bluebirds meet above
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| Then who are we to turn the key
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| That locks the door to love
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| As sure as summer follows spring
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| As sure as Sunday church bells ring
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| As sure as oceans ebb and flow
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| I know, I know
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| Love is our for mortal such as we
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| Just fools would disagree
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| So to deny love so true
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| My darling who are we
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| As sure as summer follows spring
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| As sure as Sunday church bells ring
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| As sure as oceans ebb and flow
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| I know, I know
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| Love is our for mortal such as we
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| Just fools would disagree
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| So to deny love so true
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| My darling who are we |