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The summertime's escaping, and the carnival's away, |
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And the sunshine is awaiting for another sunny day. |
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Breakers whisper to the shells upon the shore, |
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And hear the seagulls they cry for more. |
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And hear the gulls they cry for more. |
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Good day to you sweet autumn, so gently you appear. |
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Why i never even realised those rustic times were near. |
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The moment's changing from a dusty green to gold, |
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The summer fair she has grown old. |
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The summer fair she has grown old. |
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And away in the blue of the skies and over the trees |
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How the carnival flies on the wings of a breeze. |
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You've had your time and now it's mine for me to go, |
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These colder days they move too slow. |
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These older days they move too slow. |
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So the summertime is leaving, and the carnival's away, |
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So the sunshine is relieving us of all our sunny days. |
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But i'll be waiting for to greet your fleeting calls, |
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So come back soon the carnival. |
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So come back soon the carnival. |
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Come back soon. |
