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Strollin' past the Daffodils
I won't forget how it feels
To be lost in the maze.
Laying on the sunkissed patch
Of grass we found round the back
Of that palace garden place...
There wasn't a cloud in sight,
Nor people strolling by.
You held your hand in mine and I sighed,
For there was not much
To be found... in your eyes
Oh, of all the sights I've seen
never knew it'd be you me and Buckley Bee
in the cool, warm shade.
