| The Summertime’s escaping, and the carnival’s away
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| And the sunshine is awaiting for another sunny day
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| Breakers whisper to the shells upon the shore
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| And hear the seagulls they cry for more
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| And hear the gulls they cry for more
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| Good day to you sweet Autumn, so gently you appear
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| Why I never even realised those rustic times were near
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| The moment’s changing from a dusty green to gold
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| The Summer fair she has grown old
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| The Summer fair she has grown old
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| And away in the blue of the skies and over the trees
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| How the carnival flies on the wings of a breeze
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| You’ve had your time and now it’s mine for me to go
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| These colder days they move too slow
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| These older days they move too slow
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| So the Summertime is leaving, and the carnival’s away
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| So the sunshine is relieving us of all our sunny days
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| But I’ll be waiting for to greet your fleeting calls
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| So come back soon the carnival
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| So come back soon the carnival
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| Come back soon |