As youre sweeping Autumn leaves up You are sweeping My fallen heart up with em As youre sweeping Autumn leaves up You are sweeping In swish-back broomstick rhythm Youre dressed in red Your hair [would had a] brush on fire To make leaves dress up dead Ordered to parade Swayed by broomstick rhythm Hey! As youre sweeping Winter snow up They have fallen For you so please forgive em As youre sweeping Winter snow up You are sweeping In swish-back broomstick rhythm Youre dressed in white There is no; why dont we surrender And in envy of you Melting drips will rush Brushed in broomstick rhythm Hey! hey! As youre sweeping Summer dust up See a squirrel In homage making rhythms As youre sweeping Summer dust up You are sweeping In swish-back broomstick rhythm Youre dressed in blue The sky and sun a hue more paler Than the glow in your heart I bask in your rays Days of broomstick rhythm As youre sweeping Springtime rain up You are sweeping My tears up for [i live em / a living? ] As youre sweeping Springtime rain up You are sweeping up What there remains Of fears I earn Upon giving my heart Away to somebody For good
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