| Oh, when will you be free
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| My pretty little girl
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| To come and go with me As the day grows longer now
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| See the bird upon the branch
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| See the leaves upon the trail
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| Would you let me show you how
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| My pretty little girl
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| Till the moon shines above
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| But as the day grows longer
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| Where are you now?
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| I don’t want to take you far
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| My pretty little girl
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| Still i wonder where you are
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| As the day grows longer now
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| And the evening birds still sing
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| Summer heals the winters scars
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| Would you let me show you how
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| My pretty little girl
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| Till the moon shines above
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| But as the day grows longer
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| Where are you now?
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| Oh, but don’t you hear the summer calls
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| My pretty little girl
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| Don’t you see at all
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| As the day grows longer now
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| Now there’s quiet moon and trees
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| Where the shadows gently fall
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| Would you let me show you how
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| My pretty little girl
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| Till the moon shines above
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| But as the day grows longer
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| Where are you now?
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| Oh, when will you be free
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| My pretty little girl
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| To come and go with me As the day grows longer now
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| See the bird upon the branch
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| See the leaves upon the trail
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| Won’t you let me show you how
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| My pretty little girl
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| Till the moon shines above
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| But as the day grows longer
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| Where are you now? |