in a golden summer field
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i watch you fall asleep
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in a pool i cool my hells
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and watch you fall asleep
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like the flowers in spring
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i know love is a seasonal thing
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but in the summer of our heart
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there's a place beyond a river
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will you grace the morning weather with me?
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with me?
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on the grass behind the goal
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i trace your constellation of moles
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until the clouds close
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and it's chilly round the pole
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only winter, should we part
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will succeed you in my heart
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in the day-long dark
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we can face the fading light together
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if that's alright with you
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with you
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spirit ascending, be never ending
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like the sun and moon
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country air
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| trashcan sinatras |
