When the South Wind of Summer sings thru the trees
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And the high mountain Thunder hangs low in the breeze
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A strong heart flows over, an empty heart fills
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And the South Wind of Summer caresses the hills
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There is no returning, the seasons dont end
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They just blow thru the branches and bend with the Wind
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When the South Wind of Summer sings to the pines
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And the faraway cities seem so close behind
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A strong heart flows over, an empty heart fills
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And the South Wind of Summer blows where it wills
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There is no returning, the seasons dont end
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They just blow thru the branches and bend with the Wind
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South Wind of Summer
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| Flatlanders |
