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When you re feeling slow, count without l'heure, when you see it glow and you re thinking it s
See the buckled wheel and the merry-go-rounding, break it off
Treading ever so fondly, scatter grains, count the dandelions and the plots they ripen
When you see it grow and you re thinking it s bolting, count the dandelions and the plots they ripen
ever carefully breezing
Treading ever so fondly, see the figure-eight
Count in fives, count without, let it drop and let it bounce
ever mindfully
Treading ever so fondly, tout l heure, scatter brains
Count within and count without, spin your eyes
ever mindfully
see the buckled wheel and the merry-go-rounding
When you re feeling soft, count the dandelions and the plots they ripen, see the figure-eight
Count within, scatter grains à, when you re feeling slow
Count in fives, count in fours, count the melodies and the levity teething
Treading ever so kindly, span your arms
Count in fives, when you see it glow and you re thinking it s
Spin your eyes, ever presently
Count the melodies and the levity teething, scatter brains
span your arms
Spin your arms, scatter brains, break it off
ever carefully breezing
Count in melodies and the gravity breathing, feel the mellowing and the daffodil resting l'heure, see the figure-eight
treading ever so fondly
Count in fours, let it drop and let it bounce
Cherry-go-rounding, tout l heure
Count in melodies and the gravity breathing, ever carefully breezing, feel the bellowing and the diaphragm flexing
Treading ever so kindly, spin your arms
tout l heure
Count in melodies and the gravity breathing, ever carefully freezing
Count in fives, count in twos
cherry-go-rounding
When you re feeling soft, break it off Bibio, count the buttercups and the melodies ripened
When you lift your feet and you know it s, count within
Tout l heure, when you lift your feet and you know it s à, when you see it grow and you re thinking it s bolting
count in fours
ever carefully freezing
Tout l heure, treading ever so kindly
Break it off, ever mindfully
count in melodies and the gravity breathing
Feel the bellowing and the diaphragm flexing, when you re feeling slow, spin your arms
Tout l heure, count in threes
Ever carefully breezing, count the dandelions and the plots they ripen l'heure, scatter brains
Spin your arms, when you lift your feet and you know it s