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1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4Words that came from my mouth were never spoken at the right time or in the right frame of mindAnd under the moonlight I can feel the breezes from across the sea as they blow through the budding leaves and all those stories that I told have grown quite old and I was never sold on them, no, I was never sold on them but the sun still shines and the clouds still part and I can hear the beat of your lovely heartUnfortunately the smile of your magnolia tree is lost at sea Oh, oh, oh, unfortunately the smile of your magnolia tree is lost at sea From Letras Mania