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Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain
Where rocking horse people eat marshmellow pies,
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you’re gone.
I do love the Beatles. And it's only now that i'm really beginning to truly love and appreciate them. i know that this isn't one of their best songs, but that's the album I'm listening to right now.
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