| The long hot summer
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| Seems to know every time you’re near.
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| And the touch of a breeze gently stirs all the trees
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| And a bird wants to please my ear.
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| The long hot summer
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| Seems to know what a flirt you are.
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| Seems to know your caress isn’t mine to posess,
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| How could someone posess a star?
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| But you may long for me, long before the Fall.
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| Long before the winds announce that winter’s come to call.
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| And meanwhile I’ll court you, and meanwhile I’ll kiss you.
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| Meanwhile my lonely arms will hold you strong.
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| And meanwhile,
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| The long hot summer slowly moves along.
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| Oh so slowly moves along. |