.There's a cool breeze blowing
In a garden grove
A lady learns to sleep
While surrounded, not where all the flowers grow
Otherwise an empty Orchard Street
She is dreaming of her holiday
From a working class menagerie
Oh her hands are cold
Unimaginable cause she warmed right up.
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