| In summer, I listen more than any other season
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| My heart has lost all thought or rhyme or reason
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| Without you it’s like winter in my heart
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| In summer, the memories of things we did together
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| Are stronger than the trials we had to weather
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| I can’t believe that you and I would part
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| It’s the end of life’s day dream
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| Like plucking all the feathers from the roses
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| Like bearing all the secrets love discloses
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| Like stopping songs of birds before they start
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| In summer, when once again I feel the old desire
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| As you return to set my soul afire
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| Without you it’s like winter in my heart
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| It’s the end of life’s daydream
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| Like plucking all the feathers from the roses
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| Like bearing all the secrets love discloses
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| Like stopping songs of birds before they start
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| In summer, when once again I feel the old desire
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| As you return to set my soul afire
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| Without you it’s like winter in my heart |