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i was wrong
Well it seemed like I was wrong
To start to sing the summer song,
Cold and ice will come this way
And the sun won’t make our day,
It will show above the cloud
And will leave us in astound,
How it can’t convey the heat
Leaving us so incomplete,
Guess we’ll have to wait a bit
Till this air will have to quit.
To start to sing the summer song,
Cold and ice will come this way
And the sun won’t make our day,
It will show above the cloud
And will leave us in astound,
How it can’t convey the heat
Leaving us so incomplete,
Guess we’ll have to wait a bit
Till this air will have to quit.
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