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Autumn and Friday the winds blew |
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July , September , I knew you |
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And now I sit on the sand hill |
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I sing our song to the sea |
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August , October |
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Mid-April , November , May |
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Beckoning hands made you fly |
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I cry , it's curtains today |
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In August , October the grass grew |
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The sky was blue and I want you |
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Now as I look out my window |
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I see the world carry on |
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August , October |
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Mid-April , November , May |
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Beckoning hands made you fly |
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I cry , it's curtains today |
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August , October |
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Mid-April , November , May |
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Beckoning hands made you fly |
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I cry , it's curtains today |
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I cry , it's curtains today |
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I cry , it's curtains today |
