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Summer days turning cold |
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Summer leaves turn to gold |
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Summer love gone to sea |
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Summer birds sound the cry |
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Restless wings beat the sky |
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In their flight from the winter's decree |
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Empty room where she slept |
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Near the shelf where she kept |
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Her dreams and her fears |
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Empty space where she lay |
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With her head turned away |
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As the dawn kissed the leaves with its tears |
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The threads of our lives have become so entwined |
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The weave of their fiber lies close 'round my mind |
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And the wonder of her standing there by the shore |
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Comes back to my mind as I pass by her door |
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Empty street where we walked |
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Empty bridge where we talked |
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In the dusk and the rain |
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Crimson clouds gone to gray |
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Mourned the death of the day |
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As the shadows went softly insane |
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Summer leaves gone to brown |
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Morning frost chills the town |
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With a crystalline shroud |
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Winter's long, icy hands |
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Freeze the life from the land |
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Summer's face getting lost in the crowd |
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The threads of our lives have become so entwined |
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The weave of their fiber lies close 'round my mind |
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And the wonder of her standing there by the shore |
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Comes back to my mind as I pass by her door |
