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Carolina |
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Her tears are falling like the spanish moss |
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Disappearing |
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Into beauty found in beauty lost |
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So it goes |
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The summer blooms and fades away |
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Like moonlight falling on a bed |
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And there can be no solice in remembering |
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The words we never said |
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Faded postcards |
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Of all the places she loves best |
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Take her far away |
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As she presses wrinkles from her cotton dress |
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So it goes |
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The summer blooms and fades away |
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Like moonlight falling on a bed |
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And there can be no solice in remembering |
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The words we never said |
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So it goes |
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The summer blooms and fades away |
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Like moonlight crashing to the earth |
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And there can be no solice in remembering |
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The way things never |
