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It was a day not to forget
The sun shone golden apples through the wheatfields
We wandered dappled lanes
Up to the house your brother said was haunted
Someone once had been murdered there
You gave me kiss I'll never regret

I'll be loving you for all my time
Be the one that walks beside you
Mine is yours is mine
Mine is yours
Yours is mine

The next day in Wicksteed park
Your sister-in-law showed us those abandoned thrill rides
Your eyes could be your mind
The starlings gathered on the lawns
For their leaving of the midlands
These lands you were born and raised in

I'll be loving you for all my time
Be the one that walks beside you
Yours is mine

I know you grew up in country
I grew up in city
But can we grow both together
Drive up to the cliffs
And watch the weather wild and innocent like
Those days we were younger
Laugh about the lives we escaped

Mine is yours
If yours is mine
So darling come and dance with me
Gypsy dance with me
Time to leave behind the midlands

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