| The rain is dripping wearily
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| It got boring in November.
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| I'll get it out of the box
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| Brush and watercolor.
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| You take your guitar
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| Remember summer words
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| And sit next to me, -
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| Let's draw.
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| Beyond the pink sea, on the blue coast,
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| A green town lurks in the mountains.
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| A girl lives there and in the evening with hope,
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| Comes, with a guitar, to the balcony boy
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| Draw over the blue sea
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| Golden shores.
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| Where are the natives above the wave
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| Fishing for pearls.
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| Where they dance until they drop
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| And under the yellow moon
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| Sending serenades
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| Into the pretty window.
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| Beyond the pink sea, on the blue coast,
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| A green town lurks in the mountains.
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| A girl lives there and in the evening with hope,
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| Comes, with a guitar, to the balcony boy
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| Beyond the pink sea, on the blue coast,
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| A green town lurks in the mountains.
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| A girl lives there and in the evening with hope,
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| Comes, with a guitar, to the balcony boy
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| Beyond the pink sea, on the blue coast,
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| A green town lurks in the mountains.
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| A girl lives there and in the evening with hope,
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| Comes, with a guitar, to the balcony boy
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| Beyond the pink sea, on the blue coast,
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| A green town lurks in the mountains.
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| A girl lives there and in the evening with hope,
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| Comes, with a guitar, to the balcony boy |