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,. Pour in the blue of a June night and one guitar,. Mix in a couple of dreamers and there you are. Lovers hail the Moonlight Cocktail. Now add a couple of flowers, a drop of dew,. Stir for a couple of
I wrote my mother. I wrote my father. And now I'm writing you too. I'm sure of mother. I'm sure of father. Now I wanna be sure of you Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
