There's spring in the air,
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They're sweeping the streets,
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Wind is a breeze,
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The sun becomes her, he agrees.
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What's holding up her face?
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Nothing but blue skies,
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Passage ways to windows,
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That don't close.
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Where do you live?
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Love is a place,
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Where are you from?
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She says "Ask yourself, ask anyone."
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Whats holding up her face?
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Nothing but blue eyes,
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Passage ways the mind's eye,
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Contemplate.
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