.I want you to see all of the flowers
We'll shoot to breeze for hours and hours
Buttercups grow, high at the towers
What do I see, I beg your pardon
Barbara and me in our English garden.
Barbara, buster and me in our English garden
(and you too Monty) in our English garde.
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