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It was summer o'7 We're in the middle of nowhere I was there you were there It was my very first self Guerre You were a born Adair I was there sinking in my chair, Just stare Can do nothing to a man heart, this Pierre And it all started in the darkest of night You flare So rare The table you, I sit by is square In the night full of cold air Covering my face from hair Don't you know? I was so Sinclair by your self-made claire Went lost in your flare-up made illusionous Javier But it didn't belong to Terre Was a little muse like Hilaire Make paper rings and plane, Fly in the air So fair Oh look he's back in here Will go back in circles of a circle like before unaware
