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Summer has come and past. |
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The innocent can never last. |
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Like my fathers come to pass, |
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Seven years has gone so fast. |
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Here comes the rain again, |
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Falling from the stars. |
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Drenched in my pain again, |
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Becoming who we are. |
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As my memory rests |
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But never forgets what I lost. |
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Summer has come and past. |
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The innocent can never last. |
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Ring out the bells again. |
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Like we did when spring began. |
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