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We sat under London skies on
Am             Em
A perfect June day.
  Dm           Am
I touched her hand
 Em              Am
And whispered her names.

And all of the birds flew by and
The clouds blow away
The rose oil in her hair
And her infinite craze.

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These are the thoughts
That take me
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To a different place.

There are the words
That take me
To a different place.

And I gave her
A rose from my garden
And the petals
Blow away.

They look like confetti
On her
Beautiful face.

These are the thoughts
That take me
To a different place.

There are the words
That take me
To a different place.

These are the thoughts
That take me
To a different place.

There are the words
That take me
To a different place.