| When the days grow short
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| Then the summer’s done
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| Now a chill is in the air
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| I can’t believe that the time has come
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| And that our last day is here
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| Tomorrow we’ll go home
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| Today we’ll sing our song
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| Together, together
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| It’s not goodbye
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| But so long just for now
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| I’ll be yours 'til the end
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| Don’t you cry
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| Next July will come around
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| It’s not goodbye
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| But «I'll see you again»
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| Fireflies and painted nights and the sound of your guitar
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| A summer breeze through the maple trees as we’re swaying arm in arm
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| The photographs won’t fade
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| They’re memories we’ve made
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| Together, together
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| It’s not goodbye
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| But so long just for now
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| I’ll be yours 'til the end
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| Don’t you cry
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| Next July will come around
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| It’s not goodbye
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| But «I'll see you again»
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| Just remember that I’ll be right here
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| We’ll have summer each day of the year
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| Close our eyes and we’ll always be near
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| It’s not goodbye
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| But so long just for now
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| I’ll be yours 'til the end
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| Don’t you cry
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| Next July will come around
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| It’s not goodbye
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| But «I'll see you again»
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| Make new friends but keep the old
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| One is silver and the other’s gold
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| Make new friends but keep the old
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| One is silver and the other’s gold
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| Make new friends but keep the old
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| One is silver and the other’s gold
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| Make new friends but keep the old
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| One is silver and the other’s gold |