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hark to the whimper of the seagull
he weeps because he's not an ea-gull
suppose you were you silly seagull
could you explain it to your she-gull |
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oh my luves like a red red rose
that s newly sprung in june
oh my luves like the melodie
thats sweetly played in tune |
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the seasons go round they
go round and around
said the tulip
dancing among her friends
in their brown bed in the sun
in the april breeze
under a maple canopy
that was also dancing
only with greater motions
casting greater shadows |
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it is the month of june
the month of leaves and roses
when pleasant sights salute the eyes
and pleasant scents the noses |
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in restless dreams i walked alone
narrow streets of cobblestone
'neath the halo of a street lamp
i turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed
by the flash of a neon light
that split the night
and touched the sound of silence |