| There’s a time an late september
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| When the leaves begin to fall
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| And the shore is empty ready to surrender
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| Picket fences seem to linger
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| As the wind begins to blow
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| And the traces in the sand are getting slender
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| I don’t want to say goodbye
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| Like the summer days I’ll miss you
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| Seasons change but we must try
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| How can I forget I kissed you?
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| I don’t want to say goodbye
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| Like the summer days I’ll miss you
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| Seasons change but we must try
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| How can I forget I kissed you?
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| There’s a place that I remember
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| Where we secretly could go
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| Just to whisper magic in the moonlight splendour
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| There’s a place down by the water
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| Where the birds of summer show
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| Just before they fly away in late september
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| I don’t want to say goodbye |