Are you weary of the lengthening days?
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Do you secretly wish for November's rain?
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And the harvest moon top reign in the sky (now that it's dry)
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There is nothing in this world more bitter than Spring
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Now I wrote you this letter
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Because the clothes were hung on the line
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And the crows flew out of the field
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And up into the sky
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I'm lying here in the station
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Stretching out on the tracks
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For all the possible places that I might arrive
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There is nothing in this world more bitter than love
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In all those long days of June
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Bring me the long, brown grass now that it's dry
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There is nothing in this world more bitter than Spring
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June
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| Camper Van Beethoven |
