| Funny day, looking for laughter and finding it there
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| Sunny day, braiding white flowers and leaves in my hair
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| Picked up a pencil and wrote 'I love you' in my finest hand
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| Wanted to send it, but I don’t know where I stand
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| Telephone, even the sound of your voice is still new
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| All alone in Carolina and talking to you
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| And feeling too foolish and strange to say the words that I had planned
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| Guess it’s too early 'cause I don’t know where I stand
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| Crickets talk, courting their ladies in star-dappled green
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| Crickets talk until the morning comes up like a dream
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| All muted and misty, so drowsy now, I’ll take what sleep I can
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| I know that I miss you, but I don’t know where I stand
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| Know that I miss you, but I don’t know where I stand |