It was the third of June,
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On that summer's day
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When I became a man
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At the hands of a girl almost twice my age
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And she came to me
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Just like a morning sun
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And it wasn't so much her words as such
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As the way they were sung
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It was the way they were sung
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Desiree
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Oh, Desiree
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There I was found
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By the sweet passion sound
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Of your loving song
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Time was right, the night was long
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Remember, Desiree
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Oh, Desiree
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Somehow I knew
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I could only have you 'til the morning light
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If only for that single night
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Sweet Desiree, you made it right
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Then came the fourth of June,
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On that sleepless night
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Well I tossed and I turned
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While the thought of her burned
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Up and down my mind
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For she was there and gone
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Without one regret
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But she continues on
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Like the words of a song
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I could not forget, I could not forget
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Desiree
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Oh, Desiree
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There I was found
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By the sweet passion sound
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Of your loving song
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Time was right, the night was long
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Remember Desiree
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Oh, Desiree
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And though somehow I knew
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I could only have you 'til the morning light
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The night was long, the time was right
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Do you remember, Desiree
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Oh, Desiree
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Do you remember,
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Desiree
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Desiree
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Neil Diamond |