Summer

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I think about the summer
I listened to the radio
Waited something to come along
I played our song
Whispered the lyric to my own soul

My mind threw me back to the memories
The summer memories of us
A rare scene, precious time , incridible sun
Now, they are only an old memories
I ask to god , can he play it again?

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