Golden brown texture like sun |
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Lays me down with my mind she runs |
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Never a frown with golden brown |
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Every time just like the last |
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On her ship tied to the mast |
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Never a frown with golden brown |
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Golden brown finer temptress |
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Through the ages she's heading west |
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Never a frown with golden brown |
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