| I’ll polish the leaves, make them green again;
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| Shake out the trees, change the scene again;
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| Spring cleaning — gettin' ready for love.
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| I’ll sweep out the nook down in lover’s lane;
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| Turn on the brook, make it run again;
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| Spring cleaning — getting ready for love.
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| I’ll dust those wintry bowers,
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| Wash them out with April showers,
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| Cover them with fragrant flowers,
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| Shine up the silvery moon.
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| 'Cause soon you and I have a rendezvous
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| Under the sky, like we used to do;
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| Spring cleaning — getting ready for love |