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*Wally*

I've been listening to the same song everyday for 5 years now. I really miss Cate. I remember the time we sang a song together, the song I've been listening to. Cate found me in the secret garden working on a song...

*Flashback*

"Hey, Mr Fast! Whatcha doing?" I heard my favorite voice ask.

"Oh, hey, Cate! I'm working on a song. I've got the lyrics but not a tune." I said

"Let me help! This looks like it could use a guitar!" Cate grabbed my guitar and started strumming, her voice sounding like an angel.

Don't you worry, there my honey

We might not have any money

But we have our love to pay the bills.

Maybe I think you're cute and funny

Maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you

If you know what I mean.

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents

Homes in the South of France.

Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters

And teach them how to dance.

Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain

Making everybody look like ants.

From way up there, you and I, you and I.

Then I joined in, writing in italics in the music where I sang so we could separate her part from mine. Cate added in bolded italics because she wanted to show where we both would sing.

Well you might be a bit confused,

And you might be a little bit bruised,

But baby we spoon like no one else.

So I will help you read those books

If you will soothe my worried looks

And we will put the lonesome on the shelf.

Then we sang together.

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents

Homes in the South of France.

Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters

And teach them how to dance.

Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain

Making everybody look like ants.

From way up there, you and I, you and I.

Then Cate stopped strumming and we began to clap our hands to a beat. Pat, pat clap, repeat. This time though, Cate sang in harmony to me.

Oh, let's get rich and buy our parents

Homes in the South of France.

Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters

And teach them how to dance.

Let's get rich and build a house on a mountain

Making everybody look like ants.

From way up there, you and I, you and I.

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