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The dancing flames grow low |
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Burning embers start to glow |
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Pictures soon will fade |
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Pictures that the flames have made |
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Your hazy wistful face |
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Suddenly is gone without a trace. |
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Summer days all float downstream, |
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Wondering where the day has been |
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Boats that sail away at night |
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Come the day have sailed far out of sight. |
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Reminiscing, summer walks |
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Empty glances, moonlit talks |
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[Promises that mean so much |
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Broken with a single touch/ |
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Candy floss and ice cream cones |
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Discotheques and Rolling Stones] |
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Passing fancies fly away |
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Empty shadows on a sunlit bay. |
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Summer days all [I] float downstream, |
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Wondering where the day has been |
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Boats that sail away at night |
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Come the day have sailed far out of sight. |
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[Deserted evenings warm and still |
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Strangers come and go at will |
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Driftwood on the silent shore |
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Laughter from an open door. |
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Friendly faces once again |
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Come inside before it starts to rain.] |
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Summer days all float downstream, |
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Wondering where the day has been |
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Boats that sail away at night |
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Come the day have sailed far out of sight. |
