| It makes me smile
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| To think of what we dreamed of
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| Where are those sons of summer now
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| With their wild-haired women in their
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| Patchwork gowns
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| Who could laugh the lights away
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| Nights on the beach and bay
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| The course on farms
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| And the course in the bar
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| Sweet smokin' in the back of the car
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| Always the first time shines to last like a morning star
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| Like a morning star
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| It’s been a while since the last time we were dancing
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| Where are those sons of summer now
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| With their long-limber ladies who all knew how
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| To chase the blues away
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| I’ve got the blues today
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| Your ivy days and your clubhouse ways
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| Wine mug nights when the music played
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| Love that is real will not fade away like a morning star
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| Where are those sons of summer now
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| The winter has come
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| And you don’t know how to turn your
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| Dreams into coal
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| Your books won’t hold you
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| The woods get cold
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| And I feel too old
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| I begin to question your schoolboy soul
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| Clever remarks that once won my heart
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| When the fire won’t light they lose their spark
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| And I can’t help but get a little bit blue
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| Thinking about the precious nothing we
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| Once knew |