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Underneath a lamp light hums a pretty tune
Glowing and vibrating to please on honeymoons
May be it sings for you
It rings for two
They always do

In the summer fields laced with strawberry tails
Lovers walk in hand down a winding trail
Falling so gracefully
They swoon for me
Forever shall be

Up upon the clouds so soft and bright
Lies the sleeping fairies in the morning light
Peacefully dreaming a fantasy
Afloat and free
So innocently

Inside the town lives a bakersman
Stuffing everyone with pastries from the pan
Portly and full his patrons go
His art of dough
They love him so

The many faces of life
My own rosy serene