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Oh, I'll take anything That fresh she has to give Straight into my hands Right in those yellow fields Where summertime is taken By such small hands, Well, it's such a funny day It's such a funny day Your smile's in my head And that's all right When in the bluest sky If I look up I see no sign of echo When if there's sadness And they want quick smile It's not there tomorrow Tomorrow From Letras Mania