| I want to kiss you in thickets and dripping wet glades
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| As the stars rub against the dark skin of space
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| Every planet is turning and calling your name
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| For hundreds of miles the trees bend your way
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| Because the green buds are swelling
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| And the june bugs are back in the yard
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| I want to kiss you in green groves and echoing caves
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| I want to fall through the treetops and drift across lakes
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| The wind’s in the oak trees
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| It’s been raining for days
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| Because the green buds are swelling
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| And the june bugs are crawling the yard
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| Yes, the green buds are swelling
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| And the june bugs are back in the yard
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| Hawk moths are sipping the night-blooming rose
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| A honey as sweet as the moon’s sugar glow
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| The leaves of the apple tree whispering low
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| The stars are on fire, the nightingales moan
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| Because the green buds are swelling
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| And the june bugs are crawling the yard |