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golden summer days how they seem to flyyet somehow leave a trace of a sad goodbyeas sweet as sorrow salty as a tearwe'll greet tomorrow and we'll face our fearsyour love is music to my earsand when october comes with his hair all greyingit's then i'm overcome to hear those children playingof recess and schoolyards i've memories so clearand when this old heart just longs to disappeartheir laughter's music to my earsand it's music to my soulthe way you understandthe way you take my handand as the world offs its winter clothes all will come to lifeas the trees and flowers know now's the only timethe bells are ringing they're ringing in the squarethe birds are singing they're singing out so cleartheir song is music to my earsit's music to my ears |
