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Hi, it's been a long time, you're looking fine. Proud as any woman should be, proud of womankind. My, your hair is longer now, it's prettier by far. Hope you don't feel too unusual riding in my fla
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Donovan Leitch. The Enchanted Gypsy. . A day once dawned,. As sleepers yawned. A day of leaves so green-i-o. That a man rode high. In the tinker's sky. And begged me to go running-o. And
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Title Sunshine Superman. Artist Donovan. Sunshine came softly through my a-window today. Could've tripped out easy a-but I've a-changed my ways. It'll take time, I know it but in a while. You're
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The lullaby of spring. Donovan. . Rain has showered far her drip. Splash and trickle running,. Plant has flowered in the sand. Shell and pebble sunning. . So begins another spring,. Green
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Donovan Leitch. --------------. Oooh baby, I love you. It's saturday night. Don't it feel like a Sunday in some ways. If you had any sense. You'd maybe go away, for a few days. And be that as
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stand in a box of sands. Where's the playground Susie. You're the one who's supposed to know her way around. Where's the playground Susie if I don't stay around if I don't stay around. strings . The
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Song Lose Yourself - Eminem . Look, if you had, one shot, or one opportunity. To seize everything you ever wanted - one moment. Would you capture it? Or just let it slip?. Yo. His palms are sweaty, kn
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Yellow is the colour of my true love's hair. In the morning when we rise,. In the morning when we rise,. That's the time That's the time. That's the time That's the time. I love the best. Green
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I'm just mad about Saffron. Saffron's mad about me. I'm just mad about Saffron. She's just mad about me They call me mellow yellow. (Quite rightly). They call me mellow yellow. (Quite rightly).
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I'm just mad about Saffron. Saffron's mad about me. I'm just mad about Saffron. She's just mad about me They call me mellow yellow. (Quite rightly). They call me mellow yellow. (Quite rightly).
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When the sun goes to bed. That's the time you raise your head,. That's your lot in life, Lalena. Can't blame ya, Lalena. . Arty tart, la de da. Can your part get much sadder. That's your lot in
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Oh, God is playing marbles with his planets and his stars. Creating havoc through my life with his influence on Mars. That's why I'm stumbling down the highway on my boots of steel. I should be rol
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I'll sing you a song called 'Pamela Jo'. A girl with a sweet melody, don't you know. The words are very easy to follow. So you can know 'Pamela Jo' She loves to go to railroads on rainy days. Drea
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I strolled into a deserted seaside caf. All on a winter's day. I ordered up a cup of rich brown steaming tea. From an old lady What happened to you, man, you used to be so free. Now all you do is
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Guinevere, of the royal court of Arthur. Draped in white velvet, silk and lace. The rustle of her gown on the marble staircase. Sparkles on fingers slender and pale The jester he sleeps but the rav