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The Women I Knew They danced in the morning ‘ til daylight, And I danced along with them too. I sang a song, while skipping along, With the beautiful girls that I knew. Their kindness and their gentle manner, Made me feel lucky I knew, A wonderful song that I sing along, Praising those women I knew. So I sang my song, with a rhythm for longed, As the warm daylight shined through. I smiled while the women were dancing, And I danced along with them too. Warm happy song, made me dance along, And the beauty I sing to is you.
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