Mr. Jeffries, hey what do you say?Were you thinking about
Let me smile a little while I'd like to sing
Say down where I'm born in no white boy's never
I saw you on a bed of roses and you
Her warm embrace and loving touch she's more than a
Autumn,Your trees are bleeding the blood of seasonsI have my
Indeed the days were longer then northward bound from the
The good time diamonds dance the lake to autumns sickly
Traveling a time to flyDon't fly too high or you'll
Yes, we all must die a littleLest we're lots of
Mr. Jeffries, hey what do you say?Were you thinking about
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