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And when I see your sunlit eyes, it turns my laughter into stone |
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I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone |
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Summer's waxing in the air the meadows stretch |
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And onwards to St. James' Square, oh, my mind's astray |
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I dream of you each fevered night the stars are cold |
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And singing in an August sky 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 |
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And onwards to St. James' Square, oh, my mind's astray |
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An afternoon on Saturday before the stars |
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Can shine upon the streets of gray and you and I go home |
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And when I see your sunlit eyes, it turns my laughter into stone |
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I wait a single hour before the light unreal and alone |
