| She is so beautiful
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| With flowers in her hair
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| Her perfume smells like summer air
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| And her lips are the sweetest like honey and milk
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| And her skin white like cocaine but soft as silk
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| And her hair is as black as a reservoir
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| At midnight and still and it takes me so far
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| So far that I don’t believe that there is an end
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| But if there is I will climb and dive in again
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| We picked daisies and I made a chain
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| Asleep in the grass, both feeling insane
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| And if this isn’t love don’t show me the truth
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| I said if this isn’t love
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| I’m gonna need some
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| Tiny wild flowers all tied in your hair
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| Like stars in the sky just floating there
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| A constellation gorgeous and new
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| You called it The Lovers
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| I believed it was true
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| And all of a sudden you rose from our nest
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| No longer felt love
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| I felt sorrow instead
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| As you walked you combed out your hair
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| And all the flowers fell like birds through the air
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| We picked daisies and I made a chain
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| Asleep in the grass, both feeling insane
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| And if this isn’t love don’t show me the truth
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| I said if this isn’t love
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| I’m gonna need some
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| Like stars in the sky
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| Falling to earth
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| The Lovers are dead
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| The Lovers are cursed
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| We picked daisies and I made a chain
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| Asleep in the grass, both feeling insane
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| And if this isn’t love don’t show me the truth
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| I said if this isn’t love
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| I’m gonna need some |