Carolina
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Her tears are falling like the spanish moss
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Disappearing
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Into beauty found in beauty lost
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So it goes
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The summer blooms and fades away
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Like moonlight falling on a bed
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And there can be no solice in remembering
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The words we never said
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Faded postcards
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Of all the places she loves best
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Take her far away
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As she presses wrinkles from her cotton dress
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So it goes
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The summer blooms and fades away
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Like moonlight falling on a bed
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And there can be no solice in remembering
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The words we never said
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So it goes
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The summer blooms and fades away
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Like moonlight crashing to the earth
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And there can be no solice in remembering
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The way things never were
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Carolina
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Gabriel Yared |