| We set our sails and the sorrows passed us by like cherry-trees with
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| Their blossoms all floating through the air
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| We made a wish while the angels boogalooed around the trees with the
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| Blossoms encircling their hair
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| My first kiss — joy and bliss
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| Yes, we should
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| Touch the flame — Is it sane?
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| Yes, we should
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| We set our sails and the shadows stuck ashore like wooden piers
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| But the blossoms were floating through the air
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| We kissed the lake while the angels waved and cheered
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| And so it seemed that the blossoms made garlands in their hair
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| Oh, my baby — two makes three
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| Yes, we should
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| Is it true? |
| — Is it me you woo?
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| Yes, we should
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| Yes, we should, should
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| Oh, tickle, little, tickle, little, tickle, little sire
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| Hottentotts and motmots will guide 'ya to the dragon and his sapphires
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| Oh, tickle, little, tickle, little, tickle, little winner
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| All of us have been a champion swimmer
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| 5, 6, 7 ate 9 for dinner
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| Oh, my baby — two makes three
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| Yes, we should
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| Is it true? |
| — Is it me you woo?
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| Yes, we should
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| Yes, we should, should
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| Into the air…
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| And the blossoms were floating through the air |