You came with the season, as the first swallow sang
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A brown headed stranger, with a five-letter name
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We planted our kisses where the wild berries grow my feet sprouted wings and I flew all the way home dooodoodoo
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My cheeks red like fire engines racing straight to the heat of your skin and I know our days are numbered, early bird of the summer you'll fly south just as the fall begins
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The leaves changed their colors and the schoolyards were filled
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My coat with the patches barely keeps out the chill dooo
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You sent me a postcard from a town out of state, I wish it were warmer and I hope you're the same doopdoodoo
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The fields where we wandered were golden
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Now only muddy my boots and I know I should recover, you're a bird of the summer, I was wrong to try and capture you
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Flight
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Flight
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I met someone walking in a park by the lake
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He don't fly like we did but he don't fly away
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Gone is the pale hand of winter
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Here is the first flush of may
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And soon I will discover whether birds of the summer fly in circles or just fly away
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Bird Of The Summer
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| A Fine Frenzy |
