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[ti:Carolina] |
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[ar:Gabriel Yare] |
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Carolina |
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Her tears are falling like the spanish moss |
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Disappearing |
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Into beauty found in beauty lost |
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So it goes |
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The summer blooms and fades away |
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Like moonlight falling on a bed |
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And there can be no solice in remembering |
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The words we never said |
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Faded postcards |
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Of all the places she loves best |
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Take her far away |
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As she presses wrinkles from her cotton dress |
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So it goes |
| [01:52.25] |
The summer blooms and fades away |
| [01:58.20] |
Like moonlight falling on a bed |
| [02:07.44] |
And there can be no solice in remembering |
| [02:15.29] |
The words we never said |
| [02:40.21] |
So it goes |
| [02:43.56] |
The summer blooms and fades away |
| [02:49.46] |
Like moonlight crashing to the earth |
| [02:59.18] |
And there can be no solice in remembering |
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The way things never |
