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When summer returns to its warm green fields |
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The sun fading, pastel in the breeze |
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The swallow swooping, migrating home |
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The dawning days morning with a sigh |
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Opening windows with a wounding cry |
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The rainbow's lost its dreams of gold |
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And everything slows |
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When summer returns to its warm green fields |
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The sun fading, pastel in the breeze |
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The swallow swooping, migrating home |
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And everything slows |
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The floating vacuum draws you in |
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Strange visions are loose on white stallions |
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A wall of sound with flutes and strings |
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Rising on a wave of voices |
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Surrounded by your humble faith |
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Morning's there to wake us in time |
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Rain and sky |
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The world is breathing, living, but turning in its rage |
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When summer returns to its warm green fields |
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Everything slows |
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The sun fading, pastel in the breeze |
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Everything slows |
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The swallow swooping, migrating home |
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Everything slows |
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The swallow swooping, migrating home |