The Pretty Things In the Square Lyrics

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In the square, she came running,
I was lucky to be there.

In her hair, she wore flowers,
The scent it filled the air.

She must leave, not returning,
I was sadness standing there,
A silent square, bus of silver,
With my vision disappears.

Written by: Alan Waller, Philip May
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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