| Why don’t we take a little piece of summer sky,
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| Hang it on a tree.
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| For that’s the way to start to make a pretty world,
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| For you and for me.
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| And for the sun we’ll take a lemon bright balloon,
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| You can hold the string.
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| Oh, can’t you see that little world of ours will be,
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| The prettiest thing.
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| We can gather rain enough for the stream,
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| To hold our happy faces.
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| When you want a breeze,
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| I’ll blow you a kiss or two.
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| Take me in your arms and our little world,
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| Will be the place of places.
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| Nothing must be made but breakfast and love.
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| We’ll hang a little sign that just says, «Paradise,
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| Population two.»
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| I know together,
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| We can make a pretty world,
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| For me and for you -- for you,
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| It’s what I’m longing to do -- to do,
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| To make a world with you.
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| Take me in your arms,
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| And our little world
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| Will be the place of places.
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| Nothing must be made but breakfast and love.
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| We’ll hang a little sign that just says, «Paradise,
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| Population two.»
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| I know together,
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| We can make a pretty world,
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| For me and for you -- for you,
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| It’s what I’m longing to do -- to do,
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| To make a world…
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| With you… |