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I want to be
Eating honey from your hand
In the Summerland
Can we run
Through the grass and all the reeds
And meet oh pretty please
And we will dance
To the songs that plague our heads
In the Summerland
And we will speak
Without saying anything
Much of anything
You know what I don’t
About the Summerland
Oh you know what I don’t
About the Summerland
That old wind
Rushing like it’s always been
In the Summerland
Once you have come
Through the doors that look like trees
There’s no returning
You know what I don’t
About the Summerland
Oh you know what I don’t
About the Summerland
Mmmm Mmmmm
Oh Da da da da
Mmmm Mmmmm
Oh Da da da da
How strange it is
To not recollect all that
Life had ever been
You cannot know
How you came or how to go
From the Summerland
You know what I don’t
About the Summerland
Oh you know what I don’t
About the Summerland
Mmmm Mmmmm
Oh Da da da da
Mmmm Mmmmm
Oh Da da da da

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