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Among the trees I have lain and passed my golden days, |
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Among the trees I have spent all my summers in a haze |
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of lazy afternoons, watching all the rain, |
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as it patterns the verandah, then disappears again. |
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Come the sun... |
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How I wish I could return to those summers once again, |
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How I wish I could just sit in the presence of a friend, |
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Making music or just listening to the birds so far from sight, |
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Watching as the dark shades of evening turn to night. |
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Gone the sun... |
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Among the trees I have lain and passed my golden days, |
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Among the trees I have spent all my summers in a haze |
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of lazy afternoons, watching all the rain, |
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as it patterns the verandah, then disappears again. |
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Gone the sun... |
