| Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
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| Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
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| Brown paper packages tied up with strings
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| These are a few of my favorite things, yes
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
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| Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
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| Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
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| These are a few of my favorite things
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| My my, oh, ooh, my my
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| Girls in white dresses and blue satin sashes
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| Snowflakes that stay on your nose and eye lashes
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| Silver white winters that melt into springs
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| You got a few of my favorite things
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| Yeah, you do; |
| yeah, you do
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| When that dog bites
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| When that bee stings
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| When I’m feeling sad
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| I just remember my favorite things
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| And child, I don’t feel so bad
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| Baby, baby, baby
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| Baby, baby, baby…
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| When that dog bites
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| When that bee stings
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| When I’m feeling sad
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| I just remember my favorite things
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| And then I don’t feel so bad
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| Said I don’t feel, huh
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| Said I don’t feel, baby
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| Said I don’t feel so bad
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| Said I don’t, said I don’t, said I don’t feel
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| Said I don’t feel so bad, baby
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| Said I don’t feel so bad, baby…
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| Cream colored ponies, a crisp apple strudel
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| My things, my things, my favorite things
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| These are my things
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| My things, your things, our things
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| These things, tied up with strings
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| These things, these strings
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| Said I don’t feel so bad, baby |