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Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your mama's good looking
So hush little baby, don't you cry
One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singing
You're gonna spread your wings and take to the sky
Until that morning there ain't no one gonna hurt you
With your mama and papa standing by |
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