Come take a look with me in an old fashioned picture book
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Patience, the girl we see on the sand with the squint and the parasol low
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Sweethearts are sewn 'tween the cloth of her cuff
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A shell in her little tight hand
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Soon she'll be going away with her bottle of sand tomorrow
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From the shores of yesterday.
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Come see her move and be in our old fashioned backward look
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Just like an old movie, talking and real like when it was took
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Bats, balls and Tomboys, cheeky and gruff
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Faint sounds of a distant brass band
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Who rides the donkey today?
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Will our visions of tomorrow mingle with those of yesterday?
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Come, close your eyes and hear melodies from an old music box
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Tinkling as tandems and tears, go tumbling like tresses and small perfumed locks
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Sweet dreams were sewn 'tween the years of her life
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A tear in her little kerchief waving and fading away
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With her bottled sand tomorrow from the shores of yesterday
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Will her visions of tomorrow mingle with those of yesterday?
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Come take a look with me in an old fashioned picture book.
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In An Old Fashioned Picture Book
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| Donovan Leitch |
