golden stockings - arthur shepherd lyrics
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golden stockings you had on
in the meadow where you ran;
and your little knees together
bobbed like pippins in the weather
when the breezes rush and fight
for those dimples of delight
and they dance from the pursuit
and the leaf looks like the fruit
i have many a sight in mind
that would last if i were blind;
many verses i could write
that would bring me many a sight
now i only see but one
see you running in the sun
and the gold*dust coming up
from the trampled b*tter*cup
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