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With all those little things
This farmhouse fades away
It welcomes wandering
Like fields of flower may
What’s beautiful to me may miss you
Like summer showers when I’m with you
What’s beautiful, what’s beautiful
In meadows out of reach
From everyone we know
She whispers something sweet
That allows thoughts to grow
She smiles and says that that’s enough
Before she’s finished it’s too much
She smiles and says, that’s enough
What’s beautiful ...
She smiles and says...
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