| Dawn draws near,
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| Time flies quitely,
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| Soft warm felt close by,
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| I lie here quite still,
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| It’s a thrill.
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| She,
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| Who sleeps alongside,
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| A stranger last week,
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| Is part of my life,
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| I look at her with just one single sheaf of colour,
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| Sunlight playes above her,
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| Will she stay and share some double summer?
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| Live never tires of great surprises,
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| Love may have touched us here,
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| And summers in the air,
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| Everywhere.
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| She,
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| Seems very like me,
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| The longer we spoke
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| The more I could see,
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| If we were to join our forces
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| And combine resources,
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| We could share the summer,
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| And enjoy its deeper secrets,
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| Life never tires of great suprises,
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| Love may have touched us here,
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| With something we can share
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| And some sometimes I hear distant thunder,
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| Troubles bubbling under,
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| And I start to wonder,
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| Maybe she will crack my concerns till they scatter like dust?
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| Not a thing in this world would be stronger than us.
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| If she said that she’d stay,
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| I forever would treasure her trust,
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| For thats enough.
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| But maybe these are flights of fancy,
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| When she wakes she’ll leave me,
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| But then I see her watching —
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| And she’s smiling,
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| Life has the strangest way of saying:
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| Love will occur here now.
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| Here goes, double summer,
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| Sharing with one another.
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| Here goes, double summer,
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| Sharing with one another.
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| Here goes,
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| Here goes. |