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Springtime come, and the flowers bloom.Quiet walk in the park.And the sun sinks and reddens.Shelby Rose in the dark.A yellow bird on a tree stump.You take a stroll by the lake.And when you see Shelby coming,You feel your heart palpitate.And I suppose I can tell Shelby Rose how I feel.And I suppose I can tell Shelby Rose what I do.And in a few days you tell her,that the future is bright.You fill her in on the prospect,And she fills with delight.It's a good thing you tell her.Because you know that she'll stay.You celebrate with some champagne,And you wake the next day.Every day is a walk in the park, every afternoon to the days turn dark.Every night is heaven sent.Every night is heaven sent.Every day that I spend with you, every afternoon that we go to the zoo.Every place we ever went.Every night is heaven sent. From Letras Mania