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Will it get some wind for the sailboat?
And it could get for it is
It could get the railroad for these workers
And it could be where it is
It could Franky
It could be Franky
It could be very fresh and clean
It could be a balloon
Oh, these are the days my friends
And these are the days my friends
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And it could get for it is
It could get the railroad for these workers
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It could be a balloon
It could be Franky
It could be very fresh and clean
All these are the days my friends
And these are the days my friends

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It could get the railroad for these workers
And it could get for it is

So these are the days my friends
And these are the days my friends

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So if you cash the bank of world traveler from ten months ago
Do you remember Hans the bus driver?
Well I put the red ball, blue ball two black and white balls
And Hans pushed on his brakes and the four balls went down to that
And Hans said, "Get those four balls away from the gearshift"
All these are the days my friends
and these are the days my friends
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It could
Would will it get some wind for the sailboat
And it could get for it is
The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and the night is now upon us
The night should be a time of peace and tranquility
a time to relax and be calm
We have need of a soothing story
to banish the disturbing thoughts of the day,
to set at rest our troubled minds,
and put at ease our ruffled spirits
And what sort of story shall we hear? Ah, it will be a familiar story
a story that is so very, very old, and yet it is so new
It is the old, old story of love

Two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight
There was silence between them
So profound was their love for each other,
they needed no words to express it.
And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with their bodies touching,
holding hands in the moonlight

Finally she spoke
"Do you love me, John?" she asked
"You know I love you, darling," he replied.
"I love you more than tongue can tell
You are the light of my life
my sun, moon and stars.
You are my everything.
Without you I have no reason for being"
Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench,
their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.
Once more she spoke.
"How much do you love me, John?" she asked
He answered, "How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky
Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon
Number the grains of sand on the seashore
Impossible, you say.
Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you
My love for you is higher than the heavens,
deeper than Hades, and broader than the Earth.
It has no limits, no bounds
Everything must have an ending except my love for you."

There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench
with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight

Once more her voice was heard
"Kiss me, John" she implored
And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly to hers in fervent osculation