Sycamore trees

I got idea manYou take me for a walkUnder the sycamore treesThe dark trees that blow babyIn the dark trees that blowAnd I'll see youAnd you'll see meAnd I'll see you in the branches that blowIn the breeze,I'll see you in the treesUnder the sycamore trees

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