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The presence of the summer |
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night is all to familiar but I won't get fooled, |
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I know it won't last long till it's gone still there's |
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nothing I can do to make it disappear. |
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Slumbering, half asleep, |
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drowsing away |
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spiralling into the fairies' play. |
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By the lakes and the creeks |
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fairies boasting their tricks |
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in this hour of song and dance |
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as the night fades to day |
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slips away |
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feel me running on the breeze. |
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Vivid colors in the dawning sky |
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and the crescent moon |
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do what you want to, what you need to |
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open your fruitful mind. |
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Exalted is the summer night |
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as I climb the lucid stairs |
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by the lakes and the creeks |
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fairies boasting their tricks |
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in this hour of song and dance |
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as the night fades to day, slips away |
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feel me running on the breeze. |