from in between the leaves, the blue streetlight glow
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and underneath that beam, your worn weary face
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between the housetop eaves, the thin strip of sky
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and from that sky you see the people below
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is the summer already now past ?
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before you know a cool breeze is blowing
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and while the seasons so easily come and go
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how much more now do we got to love in this way with
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such a pain ?
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from in between the leaves, a frail, fragile star
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tenderly twinkling over your tiny dream
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and has the dark come upon us so soon
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before you know a warm light is glowing
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before my eyes does it always illuminate
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but how long before the road runs out, do we have to
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travel it down ?
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from in between the leaves, the blue streetlight glow
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and underneath that beam your worn weary face
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