| Well, buzz buzz buzz goes the bumble bee
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| A twiddle deedle dee goes a bird
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| But the sound of your little voice, darling
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| It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard
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| Well, I’ve seen the beauty of the red, red rose
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| Seen the beauty when the skies are blue
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| Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
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| But the beauty of you
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| Sweet is the honey from the honeycomb
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| Sweet are the grapes of the vine
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| But there’s nothing as sweet as you, darling
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| And I hope someday you’ll be mine
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| Well, buzz buzz buzz goes the bumble bee
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| A twiddle deedle dee goes a bird
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| But the sound of your little voice, darling
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| It’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard
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| Well, I’ve seen the beauty of the red, red rose
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| Seen the beauty when the skies are blue
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| Seen the beauty of the evening sunset
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| But the beauty of you
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| Sweet is the honey from the honeycomb
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| Sweet are the grapes of the vine
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| But there’s nothing as sweet as you, darling
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| And I hope someday you’ll be mine
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| And I hope someday you’ll be mine
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| And I hope someday you’ll be mine
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| And I hope someday |