| The first thing I saw was the sun on your skin
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| Dew on the doorstep, the milk to take in to the house
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| A mouse running rafters, the cat running after, to catch him a playmate
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| They tell me it’s Haymaking Time again
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| The next thing I knew we were sitting apart
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| You in pajamas and me with my heart on your sleeve
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| Don’t go, leave the day spoiled, wait till the egg’s boiled, what’s in a moment
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| Indulging in sentimentality
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| You know it’s not right, to make a song and dance over night
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| You know it’s not right, but you do it anyhow
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| It’s not very bright, to turn it on as you turn out the light
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| It’s not very bright, but you do it anyhow
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| Memories shelter in days such as these
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| Love still remembered in visions you cast with the breeze
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| Wax on the candle, sand in your sandals, they weather the seasons
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| Who cares about reasoning anyway
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| You know it’s not right, to make a song and dance over night
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| You know it’s not right, but you do it anyhow
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| It’s not very bright, to turn it on as you turn out the light
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| It’s not very bright, but you do it anyhow |