| In the summertime wind, in the heart of my home
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| In the dark of the night, in the way that you might
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| When our lips were closed and our words were few
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| In the summertime wind, in the heart of my home
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| In the dark of the night, in the way that you might
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| When our lips were closed and our words were few
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| Oh, my dear, the days were shorter too
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| But I never got too far
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| From hoping for your heart
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| I was praying quietly for a love that is real
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| In my heart that hopes for an evening that heals
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| But my prayers are words and my words are whispers
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| And my whipering mind is just wishing for time
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| Cause I never got too far
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| From hoping for your heart
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| When my darker days are my alibi
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| When my lonely heart like a telephone line
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| Calls your name again through the clouds and the smoke
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| There will be whisper «will you be my own?»
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| Cause I never got too far
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| From hoping for your heart
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| No I never get too far
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| From hoping for your heart |