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And when I see your sunlit eyes |
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It turns my laughter into stone |
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I wait a single hour before the light |
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Unreal and alone |
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Summer's waxing in the air, the meadows stretch and onwards to St. James' Square |
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Oh, my mind's astray |
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I dream of you each fevered night, the stars are cold and singing in an August sky |
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That breaks into the day |
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Are you really in the lonely evening light |
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That falls in shadows to the ground? |
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And when I wake enchanted and alone |
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I don't know where to turn my eyes |
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Summer's waxing in the air, the meadows stretch and onwards to St. James' Square |
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Oh, my mind's astray |
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An afternoon on Saturday before the stars can shine upon the streets of grey |
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And you and I go home |
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And when I see your sunlit eyes |
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It turns my laughter into stone |
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I wait a single hour before the light |
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Unreal and alone |
