| We spend our autumn days, Counting all our gains
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| And stains from plums we eat by the stream
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| And you have a sort of grace, The sun dancing on your face
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| And pages of art you trace on my hand in the sand by the sea, oh my heart…
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| You stopped me in the middle of a
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| You stopped me in the middle of a
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| You stopped me in the middle of a
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| You stopped me in the middle of a
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| There’s a weeping willow tree, Christened with a someday dream
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| And with every leaf we follow the breeze
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| Soak up Paris in the rain, Find a school in Copenhagen
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| Painting the seasons, sketching the lines in the city of spires, oh my heart…
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| You stopped me in the middle of a
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| You stopped me in the middle of a
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| You stopped me in the middle of a
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| You stopped me in the middle of a
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| Ooh ooh The moon and water keep time, As you recite our rhymes
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| And reasons we feel at peace with our time
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| We feel at peace with our time |