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Remember that time.
Remember that time
When we used to walk inline
And we twirled our umbrellas
When a boy caught our eye
And the pink flamingos used to graze the lawns
And the horses heads above the grass that grew so tall
Whisper these words my dear
My chambered love wraps on its door for when will it my dear
My frozen love to thaw
To the spurs in his heels
That shone like solid gold
Made the west of Lichfield
or so I have been told
I can't be content
For what's meant to be
What's it like to find your Prince charming
Oh will it ever happen to me
And as I write
The clouds fill the sky
So I must be brief in case there's no other time
I don't seem my ways
My books read with no words
My heart rolls over the hills
To the sound of gallop when heard
What's it to be my dear
How does one un curse a spell
I'm held under the ole willow tree
The cherry blossom may tell
And as I write the clouds fill the sky
So I must be brief in case there's is no other time
What's it to be my dear
Have i lost the rhythm to my dance
do my wings no longer flare
When we used to walk inline
And we twirled our umbrellas
When a boy caught our eye
And the pink flamingos used to graze the lawns
And the horses heads above the grass that grew so tall
Whisper these words my dear
My chambered love wraps on its door for when will it my dear
My frozen love to thaw
To the spurs in his heels
That shone like solid gold
Made the west of Lichfield
or so I have been told
I can't be content
For what's meant to be
What's it like to find your Prince charming
Oh will it ever happen to me
And as I write
The clouds fill the sky
So I must be brief in case there's no other time
I don't seem my ways
My books read with no words
My heart rolls over the hills
To the sound of gallop when heard
What's it to be my dear
How does one un curse a spell
I'm held under the ole willow tree
The cherry blossom may tell
And as I write the clouds fill the sky
So I must be brief in case there's is no other time
What's it to be my dear
Have i lost the rhythm to my dance
do my wings no longer flare
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