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Think of things like daffodils
And peaceful sheep on clovered hills
The morning song of whippoorwills
And you'll see the face that I love
Think of any old sky
Getting ready to cry
Down comes the rain but
It's raining confetti
Then think of things like far off isles
To blue green eyes and sunlit smiles
And in your hand a wishing star
The one you got is too far above
Every lovely view introduces you
To the face I love
Every lovely view introduces you
To the face I love
Then think of things like far off isles
To blue green eyes and sunlit smiles
And in your hand a wishing star
The one you got is too far above
Every lovely view introduces you
To the face I love
To the face I love
To the face I love
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