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Do you remember |
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The way it used to be |
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June to September |
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In a cottage by the sea |
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Distant cousins, local kids |
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We climbed every tree together |
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And it never ever rained |
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Till we climbed back on the train |
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That would take us so far away |
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From the village and the bay |
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And the summerhouse |
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Where we found new games to play |
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Do you remember |
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Sunday lunch on the lawn |
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Daring escapes at midnight |
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And costumeless bathes at dawn. |
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You were only nine years old |
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And I was barely ten |
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It's kind of weird to be back here again |
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Do you remember |
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The summerhouse...? |
