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Her fingers feel the air |
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The mantle now so bare |
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From green then into brown |
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Lie scattered all around |
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We hope they will return |
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Like those before did learn |
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Now that their summer's gone |
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We have to carry on |
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Till we rise, I just can't wait |
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Now tell me, who are you |
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To judge my fate? |
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Oh, the rain burns on |
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Now that summer's gone |
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Oh, the wind blows strong |
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Now that summer's gone |
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Across the fields we ran |
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To emerald castles, banned |
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By rule of modern man |
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Who built a winterland |
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Then as the seasons change |
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He'll fly and hide away |
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Above a cloud of words |
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On wings of gold I heard |
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We must rise, it's not too late |
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Now tell me, who are you |
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To change our fate? |
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Oh, the rain burns on |
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Now that summer's gone |
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Oh, the wind blows strong |
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Now that summer's gone |