(Claude S.)
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Every day is going to be your birthday,
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filled with summer in your eyes...
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Solitude among the windy moments that we spent;
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we will never walk alone...
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Tell me, do you know my every wish?
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Are they true against the cold of winter days?
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Show me what you’re hearing in the wind and trees,
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and let me in...
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Summer will not let us go, so I’ll never let it end,
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No, I’ll never let it go, summer will not let us go...
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Again...
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Summer
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