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| Follow me and we'll step on stones |
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| to a place just across the creek |
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| where I know there are blackberries. |
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| Together we'll pick them |
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| 'till we've a small harvest's worth |
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| of the dark black fruit. |
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| Then we'll carefully ford the stream again |
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| back to the opposite bank. |
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