| Many times I’ve been told by the wise and the old
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| Something good I’m supposed to remember
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| If my first love I’ll found in, in the warm of July
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| It’ll cool in the, in the nip of September
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| Now they point to the skies
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| To the old and wise
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| And they speak of a chill in the air
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| But I don’t care
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| Oh, still I love my summertime love
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| Still I love the kissing and the codding
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| Still I love my summertime love
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| With a heart still summertime true
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| Still I love my summertime love
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| Still I want her walking close beside me
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| Still I love my summertime love
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| Let the seasons change as they do
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| Oh, still I love my summertime love
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| Still I love the kissing and the codding
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| Still I love my summertime love
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| With a heart still summertime true |