It's a lazy afternoon
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And the beetle bugs are zooming
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And the tulip trees are blooming
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And there's not another human in view,
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But us two
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It's a lazy afternoon
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And the farmer leaves his reaping
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And the meadow cows are sleeping
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And the speckled trouts stop leaping up stream
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As we dream
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A far pink cloud hangs over the hill
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Unfolding like a rose
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If you hold my hand and sit real still,
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You can hear the grass as it grows
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It's a hazy afternoon
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And I know a place that's quiet, except for daisies running riot
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And there's no one passing by it to see
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Come spend this lazy afternoon with me
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Lazy Afternoon
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| Barbra Streisand |
