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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. |
