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It is the springtime of my loving - |
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The second season I am to know |
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You are the sunlight in my growing - |
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So little warmth I've felt before |
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It isn't hard to feel me glowing - |
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I watched the fire that grew so low. |
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It is the summer of my smiles - |
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Flee from me, Keepers of the Gloom |
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Speak to me only with your eyes - |
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It is to you I give this tune |
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Ain't so hard to recognize, oh - |
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These things are clear to all from time to time. |
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Ah, talk, talk, talk, talk - |
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Hey, I've felt the coldness of my winter |
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I never thought it would ever go |
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I cursed the gloom that set upon us, 'pon us, 'pon us |
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But I know that I love you so, ah |
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Oh, but I know that I love you so. |
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These are the seasons of emotion - |
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And like the winds, they rise and fall |
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This is the wonder of devotion - |
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I see the torch we all must hold |
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This is the mystery of the quotient, quotient - |
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Upon us, upon us all a little rain must fall |
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Just a little rain, oh, oh |
