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The summer smiles, the summer knows |
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And unashamed she sheds her clothes |
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The summer smoothes the restless sky |
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And lovingly she warms the sand, on which you lie |
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The summer knows, the summer's wise |
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She sees the doubts within your eyes |
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And so she takes her summertime |
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Tells the moon to wait and the sun to linger |
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Twists the world round her summer finger |
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Lets you see the wonder of it all |
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And if you've learned your lesson well |
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There's little more for her to tell |
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One last caress, it's time to dress, for fall |
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And if you've learned your lesson well |
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There's little more for her to tell |
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One last caress, it's time to dress, for fall |
