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In an old Dutch garden by an old Dutch mill,
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Where the moon was dreaming on a distant hill,
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When a smile danced by it was then that I saw
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Heaven in a pair of wooden shoes.
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In an old Dutch garden where the tulips grow
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That's where I first whispered that I love you so
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For my heart was blue till I gave it to
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An angel in a pair of wooden shoes.
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Then one sad day when summer meets September
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I sailed away from a thrill I will remember,
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In an old Dutch garden by an old Dutch mill
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Every day I pray that you are waiting still
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For my heart will yearn until I return
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To Heaven in a pair of wooden shoes
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In An Old Dutch Garden
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| Glenn Miller |
