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Where the Strawberries Grow
Come with me to see where the strawberries grow
 Come with me past the town
 Skip past the houses all painted in bright colors
 Their faces all rainbow like clowns
 
 We're going past the edge of the forest
 We'll walk for a while and then some more
 In between the trees and the water
 Then straight down to the lakeshore
 
 Beyond the mirror when the sun sets
 The grass is cast in a golden glow
 In the twilight after when the stars come out
 A friendly twin to the moon begins to show
 
 Sit with me at the lake's edge
 Dangle your feet in the water
 With our smiles and contented gazes
 And our backs against a boulder
 
 Then when we've rested, we'll go on
 Down the path that runs close to a creek
 Over the bridge of slippery stones
 Hold hands so as to keep our feet
 
 Then the meadow is beyond
 With the forest still continuing at its back
 A wall of trees and sea of green
 With sunlight streaming in between the black
 
 This is where the strawberries grow
 After the town has been left behind
 In the semi-wilderness of lush grasses
 Sweet red delights you'll find
 
 Fill your basket without stuffing your face
 Mama will scold us if we're not back in town
 In time for supper as she wants us to eat
 We need the light of day before the sun goes down
 
 I've kept this as a secret place
 So keep mum if anyone asks you
 "Where do the strawberries grow?"
 This is a special place for just us two

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