| In the summertime we met to see a threat
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| That came to harm something we both loved
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| And as the hours past we talked until at last
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| It came the time to part
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| I was doing well, and I thought she liked my style
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| I had no business thinking like that
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| But it lasted quite a while
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| I got my promises made, but before the timeless father
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| I showed plastic flowers to Mother Nature’s daughter
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| She held a vase, her misty gaze brought them to life
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| I was amazed, she turned at me with a tear in her eye
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| We went to give our thanks along the river banks
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| And watched the water flow as it rolled along
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| She scooped some river sand and held it in her hand
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| And sang a little song
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| We saw the water lines left there from ancient times
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| I watch the sand falling through her fingers
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| On the shore so dry
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| I was doing well, I thought she liked my style
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| I had no business feeling like that
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| But it lasted quite a while
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| I got my promises made, but before the timeless father
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| I showed plastic flowers to Mother Nature’s daughter |