On Autumn Evening Days
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Rebecca Navarre
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Dandelions and daisies, were the
craze. It maybe sweet, it maybe
crazy. But I was your buttercup,
you were my baby. And oh, how in
the fields we used to play. Then
lay back and drift away. To the
times of yesterday. In the barn.
In the hay. Oh, those sunsets, oh,
those rays. On those autumn evening
days!
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