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Are you not that Sycamore placeWhere my thoughts turn and cling?A familiar voiceAnd a flutter of silver leavesAnd a swell of stringsIs it not you that seeks me outSo is goodness and holds me dearWho draws me out With pen in hand againWith my heart laid there?It's youOh my darling its youOh my darlingIt's youA gentle breeding in the morningLet the exodus beginWe've left this place 9,000 timesAnd we'll leave it againAnd in the evening that makes you so lovelyWe'll find a place to beIn this world of musicA flurry of castanetsYou are there with meAnd it's youOh my darling it's youOh my darlingIt's you ... Aus Songtexte Mania