| Slowly, slowly, walk the path
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| And you might never stumble or fall
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| Slowly, slowly, walk the path
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| And you might never fall in love at all
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| Golden, golden, is her hair
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| Like the morning sun over fields of corn
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| Golden, golden, is her love
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| So sweet and clear and warm
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| Lonely, lonely, is the heart
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| That ne’er another can call its own
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| Lonely, lonely, lies the part
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| That has to live all alone
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| Wildly, wildly, beats the heart
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| With a rush of love like a mountain stream
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| Wildly, wildly, play your part
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| As free as a wild bird’s dream |