| It was such a fine spring day
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| Down Lou’siana way
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| With fragrance divine
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| And such magnificent regalia
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| Oh, so fine
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| Azalea
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| Oh what a lovely sight
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| In red, pink and white
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| Can’t help but believe
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| That nothing evil can assail you
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| So naïve
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| Azalea
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| You’re at ease on the knees
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| Of the moss covered trees
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| Whose tops meet to make a high ceiling
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| In the church-like pomp
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| Of the cypress swamp
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| I’ve yet to get that same strange feeling
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| I’ve got to go back there
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| And find that blossom fair
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| I always dream of
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| 'Cause with you who could be a failure?
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| My first love
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| Azalea |