| I will lay you down in the meadow
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| I will lay you down in the green grass tonight
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| When the moon shows its glory, and the stars come out to shine
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| I will be yours, you will be mine
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| I will show you the colours of the rainbow
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| I will catch you a song that floats upon the wind
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| 'Til the last star has faded, and the moon is in decline
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| I will be yours, you will be mine
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| And in truth I will seek no other
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| For no other can compare
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| Though I may search the whole world over
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| I’ll never find, one so fair
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| 'Til sweet spring rolls on to the summer
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| 'Til the golden leaves call out their last refrain
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| 'Til the cold kiss of winter chills your body to the bone
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| I will be yours, you will be mine
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| And like the strength from the hand of a father
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| Like the milk from the breast of a mother to be
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| Like the sweet joy of living when lovers entwine
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| I will be yours, you will be mine
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| And in truth I will seek no other
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| For no other can compare
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| Though I may search the whole world over
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| I’ll never find, one so fair
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| I’ll never find, one so fair |