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The Summer smiles, |
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The Summer knows, |
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And unashamed she sheds her clothes |
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The Summer smoothes the restless sky, |
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And lovingly she warms the sand on which you lie |
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The Summer knows, |
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The Summer's wise, |
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She sees the doubts within your eyes, |
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And so she takes her Summertime, |
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Tells the moon to wait and the sun to linger, |
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Twists the world 'round her Summer finger - |
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Lets you see the wonder of it all |
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And if you've learned your lesson well |
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There's little more for her to tell, |
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One last caress, it's time to dress for Fall |
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INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE |
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And if you've learned your lesson well |
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There's little more for her to tell, |
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One last caress, it's time to dress for Fall |
