(Dolly Parton)
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Beauty is a rare perfume
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Precious, yet doesn't last long
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Youth is but a playful breeze
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That blows our way once then moves on
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Love is a hidden treasure
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Some never find where it lies
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And memory is a little bird
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Flies through life, live or dies
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Little bird
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Take me aboard your beautiful wings and let me fly
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Fly me away back to yesterday
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And drop me off there awhile
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Let me smell the rare perfume of the sweet flower of beauty again
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Let me run in the playful breeze of youth long gone with the wind
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Let me sit for awhile by the place where I found the treasure of love
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Then sing me a song as you fly me along on our long last journey above
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Little Bird
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Dolly Parton |