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Lay down your lucky hand upon her heart
Morning becomes a kite, tangled up in stars
Laugh in the midday light and leave it behind
Move out into his sundry eyes, and sing, unwind
Hang down your lucky head, a sign to time
Morning becomes the sun for the dandy line
Sooner than a midday light, we leave behind
Love is out into the sundry light, you sing, unwind
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