| August, I’ll see you soon
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| Under yellow moons
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| Where I’ll gather what’s left of you
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| And August, I’m on your side
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| Or did I speak too soon?
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| Now we’ve crossed the great divide
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| Someday, we’ll meet beyond the stars
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| And it’ll be away from here
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| Someday, we’ll meet beyond the time and the bars
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| And it will be away from here
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| August, August of last year
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| Before the leaves disappeared
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| Told me you were not the one
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| And August, something in your eyes
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| Or was it in your lies
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| That told me not to take it to heart?
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| Someday, we’ll meet beyond the stars
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| And it will be away from here
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| Someday, we’ll meet beyond the limits of who we are
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| And it will be away from here
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| Someday, we’ll meet beyond the stars
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| And it’ll be away from here
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| Someday, we’ll meet beyond the land that you call «miles away»
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| And it’ll be…
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| Away from here |