Often Too often closed With a little beauty And the right supposing Suppose I meet you And make you feel There is no real reason Why I be real for you For you - it's just - a - A dozen dreamers This is the way I will it Sometimes - I'm sometimes I'm just, just, just too much Just too much And I don't know And never known And all I ever want to be And I can't tell you I can't tell you But it's never really near to me Sunface, sunface, sunface, sunface
And, closing up And winding down This little beautiful This little wonder ground How would it be To take your hand I'm not the easy kind I'll never understand And somehow Make it seem so right This is the easy child Who's going to face the light Sunface, sunface Some felt it, some felt it Sunface, sunface Some felt it, some felt it
And walk around And touch the view There is an easy angle Least that is true And truth's enough To make me smile Everbody's able and Everybody's trial And if you're really High enough To be the pauper And take the rough Well the easy time will never be But your comet's down And it shines on me (just a) Sunface, sunface, sunface, sunface Sunface, sunface, sunface, sunface Sunface, sunface, sunface
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