| Looks around with angel face
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| She does everything with amazing grace
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| She wears smart clothes but no-one knows
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| She’s got nobody waiting at home
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| She is not the only song I sing
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| Though I sing them all for her
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| There is something in her melody
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| That I’ve never heard before
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| The winter and the summer
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| Need never come again
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| The winter and the summer
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| Need never come again
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| In my life there is no season
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| No reason
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| She is not the only book I read
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| See her pages are not torn
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| And her story is of loneliness
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| Though her memory still war
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| The winter and the summer
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| Need never come again
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| The winter and the summer
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| Need never come again
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| In my life there is no season
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| No reason
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| Every now and then I’m sad
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| Thinking what we could have had
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| If we’d met some years before
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| Would we now be wanting more
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| She is not the only sound I hear
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| Though to hear her lights my day
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| There’s no picture in the gallery
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| That has half as much to say
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| The winter and the summer
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| Need never come again
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| The winter and the summer
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| Need never come again
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| In my life there is no season
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| No reason |