| See that shadow cross the mountain
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| Summer in the warbler’s eye
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| Beauty never is forgotten, though the moment passes by
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| Imperceptibly the evening slowly dials down the light
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| All the flora seems to smolder
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| Water-coloring into the muted pallet of the night
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| Can you see how our seclusion is complete
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| With the summertime in bloom
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| At our feet side by side in the grass staring up at the sky
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| I assume, this must be paradise…
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| Tenderly now, allow me to demonstrate
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| You need only undulate
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| Keeping time with the samba like this while the stars rise
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| With the moon, this must be paradise…
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| I can think of several uses
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| For the joys within our reach
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| And if hunger overtakes us
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| Open sesame! |
| I brought with me
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| Banana, plum and peach
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| Can you see how our seclusion is complete
|
| With the summertime in bloom
|
| At our feet side by side in the grass staring up at the sky
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| I assume, this must be paradise…
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| Tenderly now, allow me to demonstrate
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| You need only undulate
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| Keeping time with the samba like this while the stars rise
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| With the moon, this must be paradise… |