| I went down among the dust and pollen
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| To the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn
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| Underneath were all these pennies
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| Fallen from the hands of children
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| They were there and then were gone
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| And I wonder what became of them
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| What became of them
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| Sunlight over me no matter what I do Apples in the Summer all cold and sweet
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| Everyday a’passin complete
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| I’m not one to ever pray for mercy
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| Or to wish on pennies in the fountain or the shrine
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| But that day you know I left my money
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| And I thought of you only
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| All that copper glowing fine
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| And I wonder what became of you
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| What became of you
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| Sunlight over me no matter what I do Apples in the summer all cold and sweet
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| Everyday a passing complete
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| Apples in the summer all cold and sweet
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| Everyday a passing complete
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| In the morning waking up to terrible sunlight
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| All diffuse like skin abuse the sun is half its size
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| When you talk you hardly even look in my eyes
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| In the morning, in the morning
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| In the doorway holding every letter that I wrote
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| In the driveway pulling away putting on your coat
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| In the ocean washing off my name from your throat
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| In the morning, in the morning
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| In the ocean washing off my name from your throat
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| In the morning, in the morning
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| Green apples hang from my tree
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| They belong only to me Green apples hang from my green apple tree
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| They belong only to, only to me And if I just stay awhile here staring at the sea
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| And the waves break ever closer, ever near to me
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| I will lay down in the sand and let the ocean lee
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| Carry me to Innisfree like pollen on the breeze |