will you wipe the flour from your hands
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and look this way?
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perfect
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now hold your apron by your side
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perfect
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no, no...your hair's just fine
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perfect
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will you let me paint you?
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I'll take such pride
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many sorrows, many ways life could be kinder
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but you laugh a lot - life is still a surprise
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meeting you and greeting you is always an armful
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"oceans of love" crinkling in your eyes
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neck white and eager
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my Trumpeter Swan
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gliding through the ferns the fronds
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we feel your love
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oh Trumpeter Swan
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oh love on
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now I see you kneeling amidst the fiddle-heads
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and ferns at the side of the pond
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weaving 13 magic flaxen shirts
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for 13 brother swans
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and never once in your sweet thoughts
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do you ever think maybe you might fail
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in your unknowing way your love is strong
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me - I fear the 13 brother swans are going
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me - I curse them when they've gone
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but you will never know for we will rearrange
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the ferns and fronds to re-surround you
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the devil makes us see more
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and you don't see more
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but somehow you go beyond
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neck white and eager
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my Trumpeter Swan
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gliding through the ferns the fronds
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we feel your love
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oh Trumpeter Swan
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oh love on
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when I think of you I think of Christmas
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of oranges and mangers on the mantelpiece
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of red and greens and velvets
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of stars that twinkle on the Christmas tree
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I don't know if trumpeter swans are immortal
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but if ever from this beautiful pond you should fly
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the reason would be...the reason would be
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you were loved too much by them by I
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neck white and eager
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my Trumpeter Swan
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gliding through the ferns the fronds
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we feel your love
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oh Trumpeter Swan
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oh love on
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Trumpeter Swan
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| Jane Siberry |
