| The mid-summer sun shines but dim
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| The fields try in vain to look gay
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| But when I was happy with him
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| December was pleasant as May
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| There once was a time
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| He and I picked flowers to braid in my hair
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| And the songbirds would sing sweet song of love
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| That was tender and fair
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| No difference did seasons make
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| When our love was as warm as the sun
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| And it mattered not where did the snow
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| Or green grass kissed the fields where we’d run
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| Now the mid-summer sun shines but dim
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| The fields try in vain to look gay
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| But when I was happy with him
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| December was pleasant as May
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| Sweet flowers, sweet birds, and sweet songs
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| Have now lost their sweetness to me
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| Forever my darling is gone
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| And forever heartbroken I’ll be
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| Now the mid-summer sun shines but dim
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| The fields try in vain to look gay
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| But when I was happy with him
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| December was pleasant as May
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| The mid-summer sun shines but dim, mmm |