| The air was cool on lily pools
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| Hazy lazy
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| And here and there he’d stop to stare
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| Admiring all the flowers
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| Wandering round for hours
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| The sun was warm across the lawn
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| Scented blended
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| He saw her linger
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| And with her finger open up a rose
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| Standing on tip toes
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| Suddenly the rain came flurrying
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| Sending the two of them scurrying
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| Helter skelter for the shelter
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| And feeling bolder in the big pagoda
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| He gently enquired her name
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| And they waited till the sunshine came
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| Kew Gardens…
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| And for a while
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| The griffin smiled
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| Kindly, blindly
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| Till the evening bell broke the spell
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| And sadly they said goodbye
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| And one of the griffins cried
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| In Kew Gardens… |