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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 13, 2008 16:05:35 GMT 9.5
Skylark have you anything to say to me
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 13, 2008 16:07:52 GMT 9.5
Won't you tell me where my love may be?
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 13, 2008 16:14:15 GMT 9.5
Is there a meadow in the mist
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 13, 2008 16:22:58 GMT 9.5
Where someone's waiting to be kissed (( ))
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 13, 2008 16:35:45 GMT 9.5
(Yes there is, it's my backyard. I will be there from 7pm to 8pm every evening except Wednesdays and Fridays because I am a late shift those days.)
O Skylark have you seen a valley green with spring
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 13, 2008 16:40:35 GMT 9.5
Where my heart can go a-journying
((heh, I used to have a meadow; then we moved more into town))
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 13, 2008 17:11:12 GMT 9.5
Over the shadows and the rain
(they do a very nice line in meadows in England. Lush grass, wildflowers and bumblebees, butterflies and dragonflies)
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 13, 2008 17:53:20 GMT 9.5
To a blossom-covered lane
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 13, 2008 18:08:53 GMT 9.5
And in your lonely flight
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 13, 2008 18:12:53 GMT 9.5
Haven't you heard the music in the night?
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 13, 2008 18:17:57 GMT 9.5
Wonderful music
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 13, 2008 18:44:16 GMT 9.5
Faint as a will-o'-the-whisp, crazy as a loon
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 13, 2008 18:54:24 GMT 9.5
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 13, 2008 19:34:11 GMT 9.5
Skylark I don't know if you can find these things
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 14, 2008 17:57:41 GMT 9.5
But my heart is riding on your wings
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 14, 2008 19:14:01 GMT 9.5
So if you see them anywhere
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 14, 2008 19:23:01 GMT 9.5
Won't you lead me there
(Do we do repeats or is that it??)
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 14, 2008 19:44:30 GMT 9.5
((there's a musical interlude, and then it's a repeat))
Skylark, I don't know if you can find these things
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 14, 2008 19:48:14 GMT 9.5
But my heart is riding on your wings
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 14, 2008 21:03:39 GMT 9.5
So if you see them anywhere
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 15, 2008 20:18:54 GMT 9.5
Won't you lead me there.
Gosh, It's my turn again!!
If ever I would leave you
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 15, 2008 21:42:13 GMT 9.5
It wouldn't be in Summer
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 15, 2008 21:49:39 GMT 9.5
Seeing you in summer I never would go
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 15, 2008 21:51:33 GMT 9.5
Your hair streaked with sunlight, your lips red as flame
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 15, 2008 21:55:35 GMT 9.5
your face with a lustre that puts gold to shame
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jan 15, 2008 22:11:21 GMT 9.5
If ever I would leave you
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Post by sanderella59 on Jan 16, 2008 7:31:32 GMT 9.5
how I'd leave in autumn I never will know
(YAY, someone else has come to play with us, Mar!)
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