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... by the moonlight, when the sun has gone down, see how those lovers, those lucky lovers, seem to hang_around. They're congregating for_me and my_gal. The parson's waiting for_me and my_gal. And someday I'll build a little home for_two, or three, or four, or more, in Loveland, for_me and my_gal. |
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what's it to you? who go |
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