| Kiss me out of the bearded barley
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| Nightly, beside the green, green grass
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| Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
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| You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
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| Ooh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
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| Lead me out on the moonlit floor
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| Lift your open hand, strike up the band
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| And make the fireflies dance, silver moon’s sparkling
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| So kiss me
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| Kiss me down by the broken tree house
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| Swing me upon its hanging tire
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| Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
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| We’ll take the trail marked on your father’s map
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| Ooh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
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| Lead me out on the moonlit floor
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| Lift your open hand, strike up the band
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| And make the fireflies dance, silver moon’s sparkling
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| So kiss me
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| Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
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| Lead me out on the moonlit floor
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| Lift your open hand, strike up the band
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| And make the fireflies dance, silver moon’s sparkling
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| So kiss me
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| So kiss me
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| So kiss me
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| So kiss me |