| I used to know this old scarecrow
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| He was my song
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| My joy and sorrow
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| Cast alone between the furrows
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| Of a field no longer sown by anyone
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| I held a dandelion
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| That said the time had come
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| To leave upon the wind
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| Not to return
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| When summer burned the earth again
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| Cultivate the freshest flower
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| This garden ever grew
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| Beneath these branches
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| I once wrote such childish words for you
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| But that’s okay
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| There’s treasure children always seek to find
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| And just like us
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| You must have had
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| A once upon a time
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| Oh…
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| Oh… (lovely, lovely, ay-oh, lovely, lovely, ay-oh)
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| Oh… (lovely, lovely, ay-oh, lovely, lovely, ay-oh)
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| Oh… (lovely, lovely, ay-oh, lovely, lovely, ay-oh)
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| Oh… (lovely, lovely, ay-oh, lovely, lovely, ay-oh)
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| Oh… (lovely, lovely, ay-oh, lovely, lovely, ay-oh)
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| Oh… (lovely, lovely, ay-oh, lovely, lovely, ay-oh)
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| Oh… (lovely, lovely, ay-oh, lovely, lovely, ay-oh)
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| Oh… (lovely, lovely, ay-oh, lovely, lovely, ay-oh) |