| Stay, stay another season, wait, wait before we cry
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| The wrong is outside us
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| You’re right my friend as always
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| You’re right in what you think
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| You’re wise my love, I know it;
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| The wine of truth we drink
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| For all that’s pure must perish someday; |
| the ship of warmth must surely sink
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| You’re right my friend as always; |
| you’re right in what you think
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| But stay, stay; |
| wait, wait
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| Stay another season, wait before we cry
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| The wrong is outside us, but inside us our love can never die
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| Each spring that ripens to fruitful summertime
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| Comes after that cold winter when tenderness is crime
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| No one can believe in love or conceive in love like ours
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| Some other season they’ll get their way, regret their way
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| But let’s be colorblind and numb to time while we may
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| You’re right my friend as always, yet before our hearts we rend
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| Lets love while love is in us; |
| consider not the end
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| 'Tis best we love the sun, noonday sun, forget the frightful night
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| Accept the winter’s coming, yet bask in summer’s light
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| But stay, stay; |
| wait, wait
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| Stay another season, wait before we cry
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| The wrong is outside us, but inside us our love can never die
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| But stay, stay; |
| wait, wait
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| Stay another season, wait before we cry
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| The wrong is outside us |