Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the d a n c e
|B e t w e e n | the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can
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