Could be honeycomb
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In a sea of honey
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A sky of honey
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Whose shadow, long and low
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Is slipping out of wet clothes?
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And changes into
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The most beautiful
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Iridescent blue
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Who knows who wrote that song of Summer
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That blackbirds sing at dusk
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This is a song of colour
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Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
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Then climb into bed and turn to dust
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Every sleepy light
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Must say goodbye
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To the day before it dies
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In a sea of honey
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A sky of honey
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Keep us close to your heart
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So if the skies stay dark
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We may live on in
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Comets and stars
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Who knows who wrote that song of Summer
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That blackbirds sing at dusk
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This is a song of colour
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Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
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Then climb into bed and turn to dust
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Who knows who wrote that song of Summer
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That blackbirds sing at dusk
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This is a song of colour
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Where sands sing in crimson, red and rust
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Then climb into bed and turn to dust
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Chorus :
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Oh sing of summer and a sunset
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And sing for us, so that we may remember
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The day writes the words right across the sky
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They go all the way up to the top of the night
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Sunset
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| Kate Bush |
