(John Phillips)
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In a place far from here,
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Circled by mountains,
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Her skirts are raised;
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She gently sways.
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[?]
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Lady Genevieve
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Blue of blouse,
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Crystal sphere
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Slowly revolving -
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Her life is seen;
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The blues are green.
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Kings cannot believe
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Lady Geneveie.
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Butterfly to appear
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Frozen in final motion.
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The bargain's made;
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Her colors fade.
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Collectors have achieved
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Lady Genevieve.
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Night has come,
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So spread your wings
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While they all are sleeping.
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Try the wind;
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Your wings shall mend.
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Happily conceive,
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Lady Genevieve.
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Lady Genevieve,
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Torn from the willow,
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Rest your head,
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Ooh, rest your head.
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No one shall receive Lady Genevieve.
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Lady Genevieve
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| The Mamas & The Papas |
