| Count in twos, count in fours, when you’re feeling soft, treading ever so kindly
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| Break it off, break it off, when you see it glow and you’re thinking it’s
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| ripened
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| À tout à l’heure, à tout à l’heure, when you lift your feet and you know it’s
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| me waving
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| Scatter brains, scatter grains, count the dandelions and the plots they ripen
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| Count in threes, count in fives, see the buckled wheel and the merry-go-rounding
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| Spin your arms, spin your eyes, ever mindfully, ever carefully breezing
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| Count within and count without, feel the bellowing and the diaphragm flexing
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| Let it drop and let it bounce, count in melodies and the gravity breathing
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| Count in twos, count in fours, when you’re feeling slow, treading ever so fondly
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| Cut it off, cut it off, when you see it grow and you’re thinking it’s bolting
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| À tout à l’heure, à tout à l’heure, when you lift your soles and you know it’s
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| me smiling
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| Scatter brains, scatter grains, count the buttercups and the melodies ripened
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| Count in threes, count in fives, see the figure-eight, hear the
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| cherry-go-rounding
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| Span your arms, span your eyes, ever presently, ever carefully freezing
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| Count within, count without, feel the mellowing and the daffodil resting
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| Let it drop, let it bounce, count the melodies and the levity teething |