In my heart,
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If that is where one feels,
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I surely feel
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Your head lying back sending peals
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Of laughter to ring a bell,
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The bell I ring to call you here to me.
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Telephone, telephone
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Please bring me news when I'm alone.
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If it can be done I would be very grateful.
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Is that a horse,
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Whose footsteps I hear approaching,
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On the run from some strange unknown danger,
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Or just my heart beating so noisily?
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One never really knows until it's far too late to tell.
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It's the sun I wait for in the morning,
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And the moon I long to see setting in the evening.
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When night lies ahead,
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And day is through,
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I'll spend some time with you.
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Horses
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Pere Ubu |