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She was sitting on a swing
And dangling her feet
Like the leaves of a tree
I think I heard her singing

We're still out at ten in the evening

I knew her in the way that
I knew not to speak
Quietly took a seat
And thought I'd stay for a week
She was sitting on a swing   And dangling her feet   Like the leaves of a tree   I think I heard her singing      We're still out at ten in the evening      I knew her in the way that   I knew not to speak   Quietly took a seat   And thought I'd stay for a week