Come along with me
And the butterflies and bees.
We can wander through the forest
And do so as we please. Come along with me.
To a cliff under a tree. Where we can gaze upon the water.
As an everlasting dream. All of my collections
I'll share them all with you.
Maybe by next summer
We won't have changed our tune. We'll still want to be
With the butterflies and bees.
Making up new numbers
And living so merrily. All of my collections
I'll share them all with you.
I'll be here for you always
And always be with you. Come along with me.
And the butterflies and bees.
We can wander through the forest.
And do so as we please. Living so merrily.
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